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