570: Winchester Bay

A ghost rules o’er the wide Winchester Bay,

whose foggy breath will conquer any soul,

who does not make you leave, but rather stay

and love its pier, its lighthouse, and its shoal.

You’ll wander from the forest to the dunes

that stretch, uncanny, wide across its coast,

and find yourself surveying for pontoons

within the fog, yet followed by the ghost.

And when you turn to leave when time’s not yours,

when life outside the Bay reels in your line,

the ghost, a berth within your heart secures,

to call you forth to sea another time.

For you will not go more than a short day

without wishing to walk Winchester Bay.