LOOKING OUT TO SEA
I see him sprawled on his back on a beach
Ulysses. He is lying, his clasped hands
supporting his head, beyond reach
of human memory, wounded in one eye.
His sighted eye is not scanning the sky
programming information for survival,
but turned inward, where he sees Penelope
at the stone parapet, awaiting his arrival.
After ten years, she still looks out to sea.
JUST CARE
She’s over eighty
but he’s telling her off, sarcastic
at her expense…
