My Aunt Beverley happened across this wonderful poem by Vincent O'Sullivan and said it made her think of Sam and his road in The Medallion of Auratus. When she shared it with me, I agreed. Although The Medallion of Auratus and this poem having nothing to do with one another I wanted to share it with you too as I think it is brilliant and beautiful.
The Morning is Clear by Vincent O'Sullivan
The morning is clear, the sea is pure glitter,
we might have harvested diamonds had we
brought the right net.
The sea we still dream because we have
seen it.
Seen it from the beach, its paths opening
without end.
Another world is rising the merest mile
Beyond sighting. The streets know our
names.
The songs have already begun, “This is
yours, and yours.”
The boat to Ithaca calling, who says no to
that?
The boat from the richest wharf, from the
midnight beach.
We follow the moon’s ribbon tied to our
wrist.
