Fate decreed that you start this odyssey
but what navigator set your course
when your gigantic mass slipped in the sea
to become an object of latent force?
What attracts you to the open ocean?
Do you want to explore the Atlantic?
Does poetry lurk in your slow motion?
Is a wanderer’s life so fantastic?
Are you aware mariners fear you?
Your white bulk reminds them of Moby Dick.
They abhor how you clog up the deep blue.
Are you part of some malevolent trick?
The tide draws you on, pulled by the Moon,
a leviathan immune to harpoon.