NOSTOS (HOMECOMING)
Where does this vessel belong?
Is it the child’s tenderness?
Is it the encounter's redolence?
Memories linger on the skin
Where has this vessel traveled?
On waves of emotions?
To the carelessness of random havens?
Entangled nets by now remain
The lotus fruit is sweet no more
Dry land where lemon tree groves once were
You were my tree
You were my root
The day I return
The palace is dark and empty of suitors
and your endless web has cracked and withered
The vessel belongs
The vessel moors
Was Penelope ever there?
© VASSILIS TRIANTIS
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