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 sheen.
Eptanisa,
seven isles to the sailor’s mind,
But always
more—harbors veiled,
Nameless
islets, secrets left behind,
Anchors
dropped where only lull of water hailed.
Some
islands gave me only stone and solitude,
Others
opened in song and wine,
Fresh fish
on the tongue,
Bare feet
twirling in courtyards
Where
ancient melodies entwine.
I dozed to
goats’ bells fading past the groves,
Evening
gold on the olive trees,
In every
place, a proud people—
Sun-kissed,
rooted, heritage lived with ease.
Tradition
flowed not as antique weight,
But as
breath and motion,
Alive as
the waves,
Tide after
tide, emotion upon emotion.
They say
you seek yourself on these islands—
But I
needed only to remember,
And the
sea—blessed, restless,
Held my
memories, gentle and tender.
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