Description: Penned for a family gathering my tribe had one year. We used to be British expats around the Pacific islands, now we live all over Australia. The albatross, several species, fly vast distances but go home to breed sometimes; the home is usually some lost islet in the ocean ... We used to meet the albatross when they followed our ships, soaring two metres above the stern for day after day. huge birds ... Nature is full of romance!
This is really beautiful. It felt peaceful, but sad at the same time. I had to read it more than once to try to understand it, but I think good poems are like that, they make you think. It provided an interesting perspective, thanks for the read.
life becomes clear just at the end...otherwise we are being jostled around on stormy seas and the island just keeps looking farther and farther away all the time...almost within reach, then not, almost within reach, then not.