Beyond its farthest reaches
I went………
There were many with me
But I as always was alone.
The sea wrecked my ship
And I washed up on an Island…
Marooned alone in an even lonelier land
I paused for breath
Contemplating the Sun bathed sylvan sands
My back got backed
I felt the spray on my face
And the wind swept my feet
The water was calm, beyond was turmoil…
I stood and watched
For days to follow, numb and dazed…
Witness I did, the Sunrise
Weep I did, in the Sunset
And then Athena spoke to me
“My brave Odysseus,
O king of Ithaca! Listen……
Thy fate is in thy hands,
Their wrath proven futile
The Gods have proved their worth.
It is time……awaken…
Straighten thy mast, and once again
Cast your ship into the dark abyss,
Sail past Scylla and Charybdis
Do it for your men,
If you care not for yourself;
Give them hope,
Keep none for yourself……
That is your destiny…embrace your fate.”
And so once again
I bring out my carpenter box
My rusty tools, my dusty hammock,
40 days and nights I work
Relentlessly driven, raving mad
To create an ark so strong
That could sail the Seven Seas and beyond…
My journey soon would begin;
Home beckons………
