Penelope's labor

By hook, by stitch, mending

the round of longing

Netting times bygone

catching only memories

 your precious weaving,

a miracle of virtue and toil

will cloth no one's nakedness

will dress no wedding party

will only buy time

to spend it unabashedly

and be abandoned on the loom

on his return

A life wasted on searching,

at last the blaze of a sunset

will shine the dreamed gold

on a union's meaning