The Open Sea

We're traveling on the open sea;
It's rolling, gray and vast.
My husband's feeling the effects -
I hope it doesn't last.

The endlessness I do not like.
At least when I see land,
The world reverts to someplace
I am apt to understand.

Below us creatures swim around,
Oblivious, I'm sure,
To all of us who sail on by
Outside of their front door.

I'm sitting on the balcony 
And staring at the sea.
It's hours 'til we dock and that
Is way too long for me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Johnson Avatar
July 27, 2019 at 4:59 PM
Well, I hope you enjoyed your cruise ilene. :) From this excerpt, it doesn't sound like you'll be giving up your land legs anytime soon. :) <3
Wolf Avatar
July 18, 2019 at 8:38 PM
I see that you too are a confirmed landlubber. Never understood the attraction of the sea from anywhere but firmly on shore! :) gw
Leffanta Avatar
July 18, 2019 at 5:52 PM
Do NOT drink on the crest of a swell, it makes your stomach feel like Hell! Aloha! Rico
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