I lingered on the shore alone Hair tousled By the ocean breeze The opal sea -Jealous, No doubt of the Blue depths Of his eyes- Had claimed My lover As her own Many years Before. Invoking his spirit, I asked if he still Remembered. And the sea Began to churn In beveled colors. Blind Homer himself Would have been Dazzled by the Foam-white and White orchids Shimmering In the rosy Sunset. I knew then For certain. My Odysseus Never left me. And I remain His true Penelope. -unknown