For my son’s sake we take that route home, but the Wolfe Island windmills he wants to see aren’t visible. Thick fog blurs lake sky land. Trees in Breakwater Park stand black against the mist like guards, watchful lest a passerby shoulder through the curtain and vanish, gray doorway furring shut behind. No turbines today, no island even. And from the back seat: disappointment. How to explain that yesterday those towers stood there, flashing sunlight off their furling blades, and tomorrow when the fog lifts and the ferry plows across the river, they’ll be there, waving, again? Don’t we all long to part that shroud and see for ourselves what’s planted, solid and true, on the other shore?
About this Poem
image by Jason Polen from Gilmore Reproductions-Kingston, who facilitated the printing and installation of all the pieces included in Ontario Street: A Vibrant Spaces Project. Used here with permission.
Jeannie Prinsen lives with her husband, daughter, and son in Kingston, Ontario, where she teaches an online course in essay writing at Queen’s University. Her writing has previously appeared in Fathom, Relief, Barren, and elsewhere. Find her online on Twitter: @JeanniePrinsen.