Amphitrite

In the darkness,

I am alone and feeling

This storm that shakes my earth.

I am thinking of Poseidon

And how he desired a woman

For her beauty and the way she danced;

How he waited for her

When she fled him, running to Atlas

As he held the line between order and chaos;

How he sent a dolphin

To rescue her into his arms

And out of her terror

Of the world beneath the waves--

A place perhaps like this one in its torrential dark

That makes me unknown and naked to myself;

How Poseidon, mighty earthshaker,

God of horses and the unfathomable sea,

Gave her time that she might choose him, too;

How he waited for her

Until she could see herself as his queen--

Yet who remembers her name?

Feeling the close-moving thunder in this enveloping dark,

I imagine the golden chariot, those glorious horses,

The rhythm of the waves driving Poseidon and Amphitrite.