Voyage Poem by ENOCH JOHN

the sun peeks at me
through his yellowed gaze
his rays penetrative, downward tilted,
and making earth
an incandescent bulb.

i wonder how hulk of odysseus
on that seamless ocean might have felt,
his tired sailors
drinking salt and yellow sunlight
and peering over a bowsprit of hope
to behold some friendly haven,

these mariners,
sailing on homer's wine-dark sea,
the sight of every grain of sand,
exciting as an aphrodisiac.