Tremendously-harsh blue,
interrogation tool of our scary world.
Porch like a factory shop with sun.
Obsessions begin with these outdoor lights
everywhere, seeing nothing else.
Styles vary, shades of brightness
are abstract, differences disturb.
Why do they shine?
No one is watching.
No one is being watched.
Purposeless instruments of safety.
We watch our televisions.
And know nothing of our world,
A world ready to be played in,
especially on this cool night.

Perhaps a different take on Jingle’s Potluck theme, Our Home, Temple and Sanctum.