Getting My Sea-legs
Left. Right. Left. Forward. Back. And again to the right.
I step forward, but fall back.
Crash into the wall,
then walk diagonally to the staircase
and clutch the handrails,
making my way downstairs.
My head is constantly spinning.
Waves of pain surge through every so often.
As I eat everything tastes like the potential culprit of my nausea.
Is this fruit over ripe?
Does this taste funny?
Expecting to feel some relief on stable ground, but realizing that the world continues to swivel
as if I have a bobble head,
I accept my fate.
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I re-board the ship and walk on the deck
to peer over the edge.
It is night time,
but there are no stars in the sky,
there is no moon,
I stare out into a black abyss.
Boom!
Another wave crashes
into the side of the ship.
The sea is surging and swirling
creating a fizzing, foamy, froth bellow.
The white foam contrasts the black water,
and there’s a strange green glow
emanating from the ship,
making it look like a creepy sci-fi black lagoon.
I contemplate the vast and mysterious ocean.
Interestingly, I feel comforted by the idea of
hopeless unknown,
never ending mystery drowned in darkness.
The beautiful black abyss
is like nothing I’ve experienced,
and the sound of the force
behind the ocean waves is somehow calming…
I smile at the experience
and whisper
“I love you”.
