To call a god a king
is no trifling thing:
every simple fool
sees that all gods rule.
Poseidon, great Basileus,
to mortal eyes, the glorious,
strong consort to sweet Amphitrite,
does homage from good gods invite.
Nymphs of sea and river
on his passing know a shiver.
They are touched by salty brine
sweeter than human wine.
Spirits of the unseen places
dare to show their secret faces
as they offer heartfelt votives
to display their holy motives.
Gods of rivers, streams, and creeks
bring headwaters to their peak
to pour them upon the ocean
as an offering of motion.
Born to rule this rocky sphere
and nurture it throughout the year.
Basileus, roaring father,
may all that is, pay you honor.