The Wild Oats, the Seven Seas
In the footsteps Ulysees
Ascending out of Alameda
Clear, bright and thirty degrees

Extensive skies and space and light
A sort of Tagus Trinity
Felt small within your boundaries
The moment Lisbon welcomed me

In Lisbon, it dawned on me
Horizons and extremities
Reflecting on the years before
I saw the possibilities

A city of grace, of space
With limitless light
Went through my wars and still alive
My private 1755
In Lisbon, one could put things right

In Lisbon I could see
Horizons and proximitiies
Mindful of what’s gone before
My private 1434
In this era of discovery
I’m past my private Bojador


Michael Andrew Duncan 2021 (c)