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.