THALASSA, THALASSA

I begin this last day of March with 

Malachi Mulligan chanting to Daedalus, 
thalassa, thalassa, the sea the sea, 
she is our great mother. 
The morning echoing 
the Greek winedark sea. 
We each pray in our own fashion. 
The beauty of it is that I 
can't come back to this place.
Not even twice. Not even once.

3/31 1996