Forty Days & Forty Nights
From the title poem:
It may as well have been for forty days
and nights that we were on the long Atlantic.
Two by two with children most of us,
we packed our bags, walked the gangway, waved,
and leaning on a deckrail watched the sea rise
up behind us, top the dikes and take the lives
of loved ones, still waving, their raised arms
at last drowned in the flood of the horizon.