A response to Cavafy’s Ithaka/Ithaca.
Through tumultuous waters and ungodly silence
Poseidon has now come to rest.
Earth burns beneath the feet and
Inching towards strange and lucid fortresses.
Yet, the new embarkment is none too ferocious
beside golden memories of which I reminisce.
Reigning in gratitude for the
Scythian basins of life and knowledge -
Transient Aphrodites and blooming Athenas,
Mere few paths of the embodied journey.
Warriors beside the determined heart
While foxes beckon in the night.
Fruits that bear only on watered grounds,
Now do I see.
Cosmos that spell volumes
Though speaketh the healing wounds
That transformed my very existence.
Sensual experiences encapsulated
into one dimension.
Never too unfamiliar.
Ithaka, have we arrived?
