Tuesday Poetry: “The Curve of the World”

The Curve of the World

Summer breathes
through marram grass, salt-tough
where the southerly whips in
off the Pacific, light &
shadow all the way out
to the distant smudge
of albatross feedingâat night
you see lights dance,
squid boats fishing
the same spot.
The larger ships, too,
follow the albatross road,
tall towers disappearing
beneath the curve
of the world â

The wind sweeps in, recounts
tales of ships, albatross,
men with eyes bleached
to seams â tells
it all to the salt grass
and drift...