Dreaming Homer

Dreaming Homer brings him here
Before me with his
Sweat and tears, his dusty hair
And linen robe, his sandals.  We share
The dream of words in sound
A spoken feat that
Denies the need of paper
To be loud and heard, to
Travel time and distance -
There is continuity between
Us:  my evening speech
Stretched back two thousand
Years to meet him and his
Ghost stood behind my shoulder
Emboldening me.
Today is calm and incomplete
In silence: there is no
Hand to hold.
My Homer is not old or blind
He is far-sighted, graced,
In his chase of
Good deeds and 
The hero.  We all
Address that quest.
Dreaming Homer means
I dream that I too
Can be the best.
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