The Maritime Ode Poem by Gert Strydom

When the ship sails away,
leaving the quay with space widening
setting a course into the sea
aiming somewhere over the blue beyond
a memory starts lingering in my mind,
about a time that I had experienced
this leaving before
embarked into the wide world
from a timeless place not divided by space,
maybe from somewhere in another galaxy
but still a place that exists

of which all other quays are entities,
links to worlds outside our own atmosphere
and at twilight in the early morning
on the pier
the silence runs deep
as if all sounds are quelled for a time
and with the rising sun
sound roars thundering,
in nearing trains and trucks
in machines catching energy coming alive
and factories billow into clouds of smoke.

[References: The maritime ode by Fernando Pessoa (de Campos) . The maritime ode by Roy Campbell.]