Odysseus on island

Odysseus on island

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Seemed like it rained forever
Not just rain but
a tiredness of things
dropping all around
splashingly big drops
finding their pearl shapes
spread across the clay
absorbless

"Nothing grows in this clay," said Odysseous.
"Clover, mustard, and these great wide oaks."
It was Telemechus talking.  He and his father

Walking in the back yard
Things were wet and puddily
A break in the storm

Odysseous wondered
and while looking at the sky                                  
the hole in the clouds

Then back down
his gaze toward his son's
sinewy arms

his  youth, enameled
yearning
wondering

"It may make the sandbars good," he finally said.

Some sixty miles away
a wave fell upon itself
like glass cracking