Thoughts of Troy

Imagine Odysseus staggering home,

returning from his night out, still

flushed with excitement, reeking

of adventure, a little too much

revelry, overindulgence, the bon

hemeur of other lads, miscreants,

rattling about his head …

 

Penelope waiting by the door,

Telemachus at her hip …

 

It’s a story I’ve written

so often I know the lines by

heart -- like the two times

tables I memorized way back

when,

          before

the mushrooming multiplications

of aches, past due notices,

diapers, childcare, braces

swamped across intentions,

any notion of sailing off alone.  

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

You made the right choice. At least you didn't have to deal with Penelope's would be boyfriends.