The stories behind Maine - Lighthouse Technician

• Lighthouse Technician: One More Night Prepared — “Lighthouse Technician” follows a coastal Maine technician checking vials and monitors by lamplight, ready for whatever the tide brings in.

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Maine wakes under a slate blue sky

Gulls wheel low where the cold tides lie I climb

the steps with a canvas case past the keeper's door and the

weathered face

At the clinic tucked by the spruce and stone

The ferry comes when the sea allows one I check each

vial, each monitor light

Keep the little room ready through the night

So shine, old tower, over the working bay

Guide every boat through the fog and gray I'll mend what I can,

keep the drawers supplied for the hands that hold,

and the hearts inside.

A fisherman's boy has a fever to break

The deck hand's cut needs a careful place

The generator coughs then the power holds I read the labels

twice in the lamplit cold

Beyond the rocks, the bell buoy rings

The harbor cranes lift their iron wings

No grand parade,

no trumpet call Just one more night

Prepared for all

So shine, old tower,

over the working bay

Guide every boat through the fog and gray I'll mend what I can

Keep the drawers supplied for the hands that haul

And the hearts inside

When morning lay silver on

granite and foam

I lock the clinic,

then walk back home

Maine in my lungs,

salt on my sleeve

Be ready for whoever the next

tide brings to me