Aeolus
    send winds
       to fill his sails,
           Poseidon's trident
               smooth swelling waves
                          to skim on swiftly
                           on the headlong rush
                             straight back to Ithaca.
                                  T he siren's song
                                a doppler shifted
                      memory,a bit of wood
        caught in the teeth of Scylla
    and  cunning Odysseus
 
         will           
                                                                             be home
                                                               at  last to face
  the fierce contenders. May he find a smooth path
                 and a faithful wife in Penelope.