Of Ahab and Helen

Argosy…a bejeweled swan decked in the riches
of material world.
Body of water unending, tangled in biological
hierarchy—Agamemnon’s fateful net.
Sodden to pending depth—forbidding save
for cursory glance.
Intergenerational blacks, greens, blues covet
their color—invoke static tone.
As it is here and there a secreted navigation
plumbs, facsimile of sky.
Where wave walls glassy calm to ripple,
sure this thrust to near global proportion.
Stoic rhetorical question to land—whose
implicit question mark hooked Atlantis.
This pensive strew, overlay—horizon’s
sutured cusp…hazy scare of seagull tossing
hale Mary.
Of Ahab and Helen, whereupon to round
the bend of their will cannot be sought here.
Down in a niche of sand where starfish spreads
its forehead, beholds its enlightenment as
sifting shafts of sunlight...sinking.
Meridian’s mime ebbing and flowing as an
everlasting kiss—so tender God’s heart
swelled seven seas.


Konstantinos Mark