Valparaiso

circe-poetica:

After the long sail my feverish eyes

took the distant lights for a safe harbour

Valparaíso…

Going round the Horn is not for the weak

and the once strong are turned weak by the sea

As we approached among the waves and the spray

my heart sank when I checked the distance

the lights were no more than a mirage

maybe another ship,

and time expanded before us ad infinitum