Erie

I am at peace
for the first time in forever.
My head is calm
in as long as I remember.
This is my home.
Built by my father’s hands
and left to me
to take care of
and live in.
I am a part of it,
a part of his creation.
Everything I see,
everything I don’t see
he has engineered.
The very concept of sight,
the thoughts,
the images in my brain
he previewed before my birth.
I am connected to this place.
To the fish, the water, the setting sun,
down to the bricks of the lighthouse
on the west pier head,
made by his hand,
by his inspiration.
This is my father’s house
he created with his voice.
This is my father’s house,
                      and I’m a part of it.