At Notre Dame one can sit in wooden pew
to hear an organist play Vidor or Saint-Saens;
you can tour the Vatican to see ceiling murals
painted by the marvelous Michelangelo,
or stroll the halls of the Hermitage in Saint Petersburg.
You might inspect the monolith at Newgrange,
walk around Crater Lake in Oregon,
or lean out over the Grand Canyon,
yet the greatest spectacle I’ve seen
is the sacred cave in Cephalonia
where great blue-white, organ-like stalactites
visually shimmer from sun and underground lake,
playing an imaginary music that thrilled me
to the core of my being, as it did to Homer
nearly three thousand years ago.