Cabo da Roca

Cabo da Roca


At the most southerly cape in Portugal
I was looking out to sea that was calm,
green and had sheets of sunlight on on,

I could see ship vanishing at the horizon,
tipping over and falling down to the east
coast of the Americas.

Last time here, was on the rusty deck of
a ship that slowly made her way from port
while dreaming a vacation in a dry dock,

As the Irish stew, in the galley, brewed
I was dreaming of a modest whitewashed
house in a vale far from the sea