Some god who guards
and watches over you will send fair wind
behind your sails.
from Emily Wilson's translation of The Odyssey
O, God, who watches over me
please send soon a fair wind
to blow away the silt and salt
that cloud my vision,
making me unable to see those
tender shoots of green in my garden
or hear the conversations of
early morning birds who roost
beneath my spring window.
I have resided too long in this port.
1 comment:
Your writing is powerful. My emotions spark when you write. Feel better. Leave the port. Keep writing. I enjoy reading your poems, and thank you for sharing.
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