Passage to Clearwater

by Meg Smith

I came for the sun,
the music,
the white tigers,
but, something else.
I arrived in rainbow gauze,
an unwelcome bridesmaid.
And we sat amid the palm leaves,
as we sat once at midnight
at Lake Ontario,
in a dark latitude of rocky shores.
To the waters, I return,
sanctified by the tide.
I came for the sun,
and the truth of the barren sky,
and so was fulfilled.