Endless shimmer
Wave after wave of nostalgia
Patterns thought never to be repeated
Still to bring their own sense of before
Here & now for all the while
Onto afterwards, ever so slowly
Photographers flip out
Their flip-up cameras
Form into rows and rows
To capture the ferry's berth
We are number two
In the orderly queue
Later we will look back
With a self satisfied smile
On our fellow travellers
