When I awoke,
a gold hair wrapped around my ear,
across my neck, and into my mouth.
I had half a mind
to wind it around a house key and say
"Here's the rest of you, come back and see me."
Instead, I shook peace
over breakfast with a spoonful of cinnamon
and lay down in the grass to doze again.
So I dreamt
of the Argonaut and a fleece, I set
full sails and flung my sheets starboard.
When I awoke,
the story was unwrapped over me,
and I laughed with my new purpose.
I found you
on a porch swing and we were lifted
into the open sea all morning.
I said, "I have no idea
where my retold odyssey will lead,
but I love this Ithaca."
You leaned back
to rest your head, "Ithaca
also must travel."