The distant tanker will soon fall off the horizon of life,
now blurred by the haze of distance and then swallowed
by the roundness that hides our future.
The trawlers float across the bay then, behind the headland,
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Some lovely images here. I loved: 'the gulls hang motionless on Earth’s great breath and compelled by a natural hunger prepare to dive beneath the surface of the ocean.' This poem leaves me with a slight feeling of sadness and longing. Well done.