The engines of the great ship rumble below.

Turning shafts and men shoveling coal

propel us through black calm waters

as we pulse forward under a half moon

and scattered cotton clouds.

The distant lights of Morocco dust the

sky above the city.  Nations gather in

the streets, music rises but we hear

only the wake of the ship cutting a

watery dark path.

The pillars of Hercules, Jebel Musa and

Gibraltar border our passing as we merge

into the open Atlantic, deep with souls and

wide with arms waiting for us; we stir

the waters with respect.


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