I sing of Poseidon Epoptes, he who watches,
overseer of all that transpires above the landand below the sea.
Far-reaching Poseidon, dark of locks and bright of eye
who bids the ocean to strive against itself
so to know the moon’s touch.
Pensive Poseidon, bearer of mysteries
kept his own counsel when Persephone, then Orpheus
traveled where most gods will not.
Stormy-eyed Poseidon, defender of Ge
If he knew of her other children
He chose not to speak.
As oceans turn plastic and currents change course,
as mortal vision narrows
to the details it can force,
He who watches is he who waits.