Someday I will go on a journey
to the mythical isle of Ithaca,
across Homer’s wine-dark sea.
I will be seduced by the singing
of the Sirens, sailing close
to the rocks and finding the key

to the realm of the unruly gods
who sport on Mount Olympus.
I shall follow the path of Odysseus,
visit the island of the Lotus-eaters
and succumb to the charms and perils
of the ancient Aegean’s allure.

Yes, someday I will sail to Ithaca
and there I will find, perhaps,
a latter-day Penelope whose arms
will comfort me with love.
I can only dream …. but still
I seem to hear those Siren voices
faintly calling, calling, calling.

Bill Fitzsimons

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