the sun peeks at me <br />through his yellowed gaze <br />his rays penetrative, downward tilted, <br />and making earth <br />an incandescent bulb. <br /> <br />i wonder how hulk of odysseus <br />on that seamless ocean might have felt, <br />his tired sailors <br />drinking salt and yellow sunlight <br />and peering over a bowsprit of hope <br />to behold some friendly haven, <br /> <br />these mariners, <br />sailing on homer's wine-dark sea, <br />the sight of every grain of sand, <br />exciting as an aphrodisiac.<br /><br />ENOCH JOHN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voyage-3/
