Cruise Ship

A sailing story on a trip to Alaska

The cruise ship charged

Whistleless at my sail boat

In a narrow channel

Between Islands

Of The Salish Sea.

 

I was powerless with sails up

Tacking against a current

Knotted against me.

The water boiled.

I recoiled

In dread

 

I could see them

Cosmetic lazy travellers

Lounging unconcerned

Tending to their looks

As the mass

Of their moving Carnival

Careened

At my destruction.

 

Two glaucous winged seagulls

Preening feathers were

Unconcerned

As the submerging emerging hulking

Tree trunk and roots

Surged at me