I saw the boat and knew I had to go.
I could not decide if I would sail or row.
City of Lights, she called to me.
I said, “I’m here. I will come to thee.”
I held my breath and then exhaled.
I smiled at the rowboat and then I sailed.
The shores were far, but it was time
to hit the sea and meet the Seine.
This poem was inspired by the accompanying photo (among other things) and is part of Christine's Invitation to Poetry found here. I hope you will join in the fun!