What are they after, our souls, traveling
on rotten brine-soaked timbers
from harbor to harbor?
—George Seferis, from “Mythistorema”
So when
We finally found out where
We were going, we thought
We’d better take one
Last good look back at what
We were leaving and that’s when
We shoved off for good.
And hopefully we did not turn into a pillar of salt from that one last look behind. Or is that fate reserved only for women?
ReplyDeleteBlimey, not only for women! I think it's our Captain's lot to have his raft overflowing with both sexes equally adept at using the .........sextant! :)
ReplyDeleteAh... but what awaits us on the other shore (top image)?
ReplyDeleteMichelagelo's Charon has a such a small craft--so how in hell did all those lost souls fit on board?
ReplyDeleteI think it was a kind of rapid vapo-shuttle service, lots of trips back and forth, cut-price passage promised in the off-season.
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