Presque Isle Pilgrimage
Ever drawn by the rewards
offered by blue water,
to float upon its surface
or venture down below,
to walk along its banks in
sight of herons and cormorants,
to answer the call of lapping waves,
whether current-fed
by a mighty river or windswept
on pebbled shores with
the added gift of frosted glass,
would I not be compelled
to divert my course along the shore
of that Great Lake, Erie,
to take in a spit of land
that holds all of these, and more?
The trails of green that pass
sedate, hidden coves that,
in turn, lead out to Erie’s harbor.
The lighthouses, vital aids
to navigation, most notably the tower
that gazes out onto the lake from
a miles-long sandy shore. The same
tower that was witness to vows
that will live forever in my heart.
I might divert my course
every time I pass between
Cleveland and Buffalo, but
it is not a diversion. It is
a destination, one I seek
willingly, so strong is the hold
it has on this heart of mine.
This is my response to dVerse Poetics – Pilgrimage, Wandering, and Walkabout, the prompt from Lisa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem that is about either a pilgrimage, wandering, or a walkabout.
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Presque Isle Lighthouse, Erie, Pennsylvania