Everything flows...
...............Heraclitus
They lie in ambush constantly,
Aegean years - blue memories,
the islands' siren voices stalk me,
though I never was Ulysses,
though I hold my chosen course
and block my yearning ears…
Their themes remind me
of whales singing,
plangently, ineffably:
not the same notes as before,
but altering with each migration,
marking changes in the journey,
catenations of the sea -
Heraclitan voices speaking:
"as before" can never be…
"As before" means "nevermore",
and therein lies mortality…