Flocking towards the water
Pulled by currents we do not see
All joined in a sacred dance we do not understand
Look at the sun, going beyond the sea

The beat of a wing
The lapping of water
Sirens in the distance
A calm surface

All pilgrims, baptized by the setting sun

The deep rumble of a ship's horn
Shakes the water, shakes my soul
Waking me up from a deep sleep

How long will it last?

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This poem came to me during a work trip to Seattle. After a long day at the office I found myself walking aimlessly around the city and stumbling, by chance, on a small beach where other people (most alone or in couples) had come to see the setting sun. The whole thing was quite unexpected, which got me thinking of this idea of people being pulled to watch the sunset rather than them going of their own volition.

Here are some other pictures, though I'm afraid they don't do it justice!