The Light in the Box

White fluorescent light 

Radiates across the canal 

My sensitive eyes squint 

At the irritating incandescence 

Flickering 

For moments

For hours

I curse its presence 

The elevated glass tardis

Where the light lives

Floats against the cerulean sky

Ingratiating itself 

With the neighbourhood 

But a rooftop dweller

Glares furiously behind the blinds

At my windows

During the night