TURNING BACK

The sea dream
and my red eye
will not turn back
near the Corinthian canals
to wave on an oar
from a tourist orange kayak
floating by sibilant winds
with an astonishment
against the crab curled
Minoan white sky
out of desperation
to locate the lighthouse
by the undesired rocks
as a gull rises
taking as a sign
to disregard fear
of a ship wrecked paralysis
or story from Osiris' lore
along another minor axis
of my mind's nightmare.