AND THIS

AND THIS

and this is the wine-
dark sea the poet imagined

never saw
      except as the thousand
ship keels ploughed their
way through
its waves

to save Helen
from disaster in the arms
of Paris and that
wily Odysseus might
outwit the cyclops

time and time again
manouvre his way
past god
     and demon

on his way
back to
Ithaca

resting place
of all story
I am told