Camden, ME
I found a secret spot
with a sacred muse
and grass-filled lot.
Lighthouse overlook was the only
signal in—a raggedy wooden board
pointing west towards the sea.
Running about, planning to look
at waterfront housing,
this spot stopped me short.
I had to go in.
I followed the wood chipped path
found an opening to another world—
lighthouse, islands, lobster boats,
congregated and spread like cocktail
party guests.
Sitting there, dead center,
smooth and sturdy,
a secret spot sitting log
placed there just for me.
