Odysseus's tablet

One of Odysseus's men, Eurylochus
brought out his new tablet
and promptly gave Odysseus
the weather prediction
for the next five days

75 degrees, clear
73 degrees, clear
68 degrees, partly cloudy
59 degrees, rain
59 degrees, rain

"We must take advantage
this next couple days of sun,
let us to this new isle
and see what adventure
brings us."

Eurylochus threw his tablet
at the oar,
"Odysseus, I'm tired of all this
adventure.  It always loses us men,
we go hungry, run into monsters."

Odysseus looked at Eurylochus
with consternation, a little tired himself, though,
with admiration, for he wouldn't admit the same
though he felt it,
with slight anger,
for he didn't want to be challenged,
and finally with resolution,
for Odysseus sensed his men's
disquietude.

"Eurylochus," he answered,
"I too am tired of Poseidon's
wrath.  Does your tablet have
Google maps on it?"

Odysseus, in his adventure hardened heart,
if truth be told,
no longer trusted Athena.
Poseidon was too much for him.
Simply put he was tired.  And so
he finally admitted it

"I am so tired of all this.
I am just mere mortal.
mere mortal."

He cried,
his tears godly
in their stream
his tears flooding
the small boat
salt water up to their knees
their belongings drifting in the pool

"Stop your weeping
Odysseus," cried Eurylochus,
"for surely we will sink if you continue."

And again, they lost their boat,
a few more men, while the rest clung
to some piece of lumber
drifting in the white and blue
froth of Poseidon

Somewhere, on that last island,
Athena laughed her goddess laugh,
a small zephyr of sad delight