Aegean Discovery
On this cruise ship
with a bunch of folks
who can only complain.
They don’t like the food,
the drinks are too expensive.
It’s either too hot or too cold.
They paid too much,
cabin in steerage.
I stand at the prow
take in the sun, the breeze,
seagulls.
I can see fish swim underwater,
escorts to the ship.
The crew, unobtrusive, do their jobs.
The tourists grumble.
The ocean too wide,
the ship too small.
A stomach virus sweeps
the boat. Sick
passengers crowd
the rails. I escape
that fate.
My brother says, “the end is near.”
Am I the only one hoping for more,
for sight of land,
the farthest shore.
© Anne Westlund
prompt: write a
voyage poem
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