Wanderer across the winedark sea,
master of land ways and sea ways,
how far did you gaze across
those expansive depths? Though thrashed
by storms, woes unbound, and shaded
even by the shadows of death,
in your mind’s eye remained affixed
native soil; you longingly wept
for Ithaca and Penelope as time
struggled to crawl forward, day by day.
Though most remarkable of all,
was your senseless certainty, just as assured
as you were that Dawn would spread
her fingertips of rose, your confidence
in your eventual reunion. By virtue
of the absurd, this man was tenderly
watched over by a pair of clear grey eyes.