Captain of Memory: Sailing the Greek Seas
Captain of Memory: Sailing the Greek Seas By Theodora Filis Beneath the dawn's first blush, the horizon unrolled before me like the promise of an unwritten epic. Each passage links memory and horizon, as I cross their shifting blue. Not as a guest, nor another face in the crowd But captain—my hands firm on the wheel, Wind threading stories through hair silver and proud. I recall the Peloponnese, Crete’s long shadows, Sails catching whispers the old gods once spoke, Waters and I, old companions, They rocked me through sleepless hours, Salt on my skin, spirit steady against the world’s heavy yoke. The islands split—Ionian, Aegean— But beneath stars, boundaries blur, I navigated by instinct, by scent, By the ever-changing blue’s gentle stir. Each island, a world alone— Corfu’s Venetian arches, hills thick with green, Kefalonia’s wild cliffs, sunlit and keen, Ithaki, where Odysseus lingers unseen, Zakynthos, Shipwreck Bay’s gemlike shee...
