The Great Feast of Sosibios
My afternoon was stunning, simply
stunning. The oar touched down softly,
stroking the Alexandrian Sea.
Well-earned rest after morning’s difficulty.
May the earth remain as innocent and benign
as wistful evening falls. And there, no wine,
not a drop left in the bowl.
Time, dear one, to drift towards the waterfall.
A wine-flushed house (that of glorious
Sosibios and his good wife) calls to us.
We must return to the inevitable
and continue our dull political struggle.