The Greeks lived surrounded
by a salty wordless
something color absent
Icarus-swallower the
deep Aegean was a grape-
stained canvas there was
no word for blue in
Ancient Greek it’s not
written once through the
epics instead the sea is
dark like wine but how
could they look at that
expanse and not think
blue blue blue.
Our words turn like stones
and we don’t wonder
at loss in this age
where nothing cannot be
said so when we walk
on our shore we’ll think
blue and be accurate
and want no more words
for expressing our
ancient gestures
voiceless human reach
when we stare at the
indescribable
swallowing deepness
of the ocean or
your blue blue blue no
wine dark eyes.
