The green light,
two seconds of it,
came in at sunset.
You did not lie.
We were there to watch,
seeing only what was right with the sky.
So, as you can imagine,
we missed the green ocean of the firmament.
We missed the spectacle of Gatsby on the dock.
We missed the glare of the banker’s lamp,
the turtle with the worlds tilting on his back.

We missed the chance to feel eerie in this world.
As if we ever really wanted that.

~ C E Amestoy, 'Seeing'