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.
ENOCH JOHN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voyage-3/
