internal externals

i used to
stop
at night
on long,
lingering drives
and peer
deep into the silvery
flashes of light
high above on
dark poles
that winked
at me.

i used to yearn
to know
morse code
and deduce
what they were saying
to my life
as i just sat there
counting the intervals
of blinking
exultation
riding over my
eye brows,
whispering
small
forgotten
phrases over
my
unmoving
ear drums.