Lighthouse

Under a sky the painter omitted to touch
she runs amongst blankets of fog,
her spirit high on promise,
destination unseen, almost missed,
most would avoid with weather kicking up mean -
not us.
We pay,
ascend, floors and rooms,
old kettles, stoves, beds, clothing,
then face you, wild,
keen, elated.
Words just won't do.

Mother whiteness, heavy, dominant -
shrouding waves rolling, stone, city.
Girl's dreams ignited, imagination taken hold.

Parent's truest delight, hour passes, songs sung, vertigo uncomfortably heady. Sensory deprivation casts confusion. Lessons in risk-taking, task avoidance. More adventures must be chewed.

Descend, pass fish pots, steep ladders, snaking staircases. He greets, smiling.
Softly, there's thanks.

"Where next?"

Off Toddle scampers.