This is the sea around and across which civilizations
Have flowed since time immemorial: Phoenicians,
Carthaginians, Mesopotamians, Greeks, Romans, Moors, Arabs, Byzantines...
This sea is so old and so blue, taste the salty tear-drops running down my face,
As I trace the edges of the sea routes around Italy, the Levant, Spain...
I listen to the same wind and tide once heard by Homer's hero, Odysseus,
Who, of all the heroes of tragedy and romance, most often speaks to me
As he cries out the agony of the loss of the one he loved so well.
All around this sea are the signs and seals of all the unbedimmed tragedy
That has afflicted us as merely humans for millenia.
People escaping from one place and travelling to another place.
Travelling to lands they hope and pray will redeem them.
Battles on the sea and land fought to turn the world upside down
Are now forgotten but the lays and loves of us, the merely human,
Besmirch the memory and call the poets out
To speak about all the inconsolable beauties of this endless, chartered sea.