At her back, the South Atlantic’s rolling seas,
those ice blue waters, break, skittering
on the silver sands. Burgeoning with child,
she smiles for the camera, as always
optimistically. Mussels encrust the rock
she leans on, kelp bobs like seals on the foam
and Southern Right Whales blow almost out of sight.
Due west, across the unbroken miles,
is Buenos Aires and the teeming hectares
of the Americas.