Toti O’Brien
ULYSSES’ SONG
The peach
color of
the dune
melts in
golden dust
peering
through the
fluffy clouds.
It echoes
the tone of your
flesh
the feel of your
touch
in larger
expanding
waves.
As more
soothing draughts
of serenity
reach my
edge
spilled
out
of your fingers,
I guess that
this
corner of
sand in soft
twilight
is
another
island.
I must be
escaped from a
wretch
swimming
out
of an
unexpected
catastrophe…
Had the ship
not sank
how would I have
known that Ithaca
was close by?
Hiding in a soap
bubble, a rain
drop.
But is this
Ithaca? Am I
sure?
No more that I
knew
about
disaster
to come.
Life’s always
around
the corner
all that I see is
a slice.
It’s a rest, a pause
a breath between
lines…
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