Bay of Lerici

I followed signs and signals, breezes
and teases, phrases from the past attached
to crumbling buildings. Some days it seemed
as though voices came out of the stones,
sighed through the cracks in scents only I
could taste. Waves cycle in circles so maybe
even so much later some of these currents
carried him home through the Bay of Lerici.
Only after this baptism could I finally believe
that the answers and the direction are always
swirling to the surfaces inside of me.