odyssey

the spirit of adventure breathed on us
between the sticky scent of wet banana boxes
and the noise
the noise coming from the holds
from the throats of workers down below
through the dirt of the city
clung to rain like a parasite
we started going
athena and telemachus
leaving the ship behind and its sea
and the shores of sin
and its loneliness
in a spirit of adventure
and belonging
the day we started going home