Time To Cruise Is Not Now

Is there an itinerary for this lockdown?
I watch as engagements line up

Adventure-seekers, eager to connect
willingly engage, purchase a ticket

How I would give my life to be a part
hop aboard a sailing ship, escape

Except disability has recalled my passport;
I am a vehicle without fuel, grounded

Disappointment and I watch as
familiar faces venture out –

a friend’s brother
an old crush
a high school acquaintance

While envy reminds me
I’m always an outsider
Sensibility wakes me up

This boat I’m missing out on
is no luxury cruise ship, but
a dalliance with death –

I surrender to isolation
count the casualties.

( Image my own.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

24 thoughts on “Time To Cruise Is Not Now”

  1. Yup! Living in the moment has its draw, but I’m focused on prolonging the continuance of moments!! You nail it with:
    This boat I’m missing out on
    is no luxury cruise ship

    We travel only by RV, taking with us food for a week so we don’t have to mix with others anywhere implying less than 6-feet buffers. But for those who “cruise” for the thrill of not only new places but new faces and connections, these are treacherous risks still. Patience, patience, patience to all is my 2021 NY wish. Wishing you an abundance of patience, VJ!

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    1. Interesting. This poem came out of dream as well – dreaming I was about to board a cruise ship, alone without family. When I looked around at the passenger’s I saw people I knew, so thought I was in good company, till I realized they were all dead. Let’s stay put till this nasty virus is conquered


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