Yes, I remember Port Selda
the name, because one morning
the boat moored there
unscheduled, due to the storm.
The waves crashed, the boat rocked,
no-one disembarked or boarded
on the windswept deck. What I saw
was Port Selda, from a distance,
and waves, waves and rocks,
and the sand and the rolling horizon.
Never still, never calm,
and clouds raging across the sky
and for a minute an albatross hung
above the mast and around him
gathered in great flocks, half the gulls
of the northern and southern hemispheres.