First Day of Alaska Cruise
From
the hotel in Seattle
We
shuttled to the port
The
driver spoke of home in Greece
She
made the ride seem short
We
stood in line for a long while
We
inched ahead and then
At
last, embarked upon the ship,
It’s
nice to cruise again.
We
settled in our little room
Which
has a balcony
We ate
some lunch, explored the ship
And
felt so glad and free
We
watched the water gliding past
On
observation deck
Had
dinner at a grand buffet
Then
took some time to rest
Hotel in Seattle
A
simple room, bare blind
Three
strips with Seattle scene
Round
mirror
Sliding
of pages
Snap
of phone
Rustle
of papers
Dry,
stale
Wake
up
Morning
breath
Soft
bed, achy back
Wet
hair
Tight
striped socks
Light
smell of shampoo
Flowery
perfume
Bacon
down the hallway
In Seattle, Day Before Cruise
Uneventful
flight
Not
much to write a poem about
But
that’s the kind we pray for
Sis
had a surprise for me.
I
would have never guessed.
An
unusual can opener
No
computer
Writing
by hand
Fingers
start to cramp
Sis
and I
New
adventure
Alaska,
here we come.
Fourth
time in Seattle
Once
on road trip with daughter
Once
to go to Alaska with oldest sister
Once
for family reunion.
Once
to go to Alaska with second oldest sister
Maybe
I’ll take two more to Alaska
Since
I have two more sisters.
Two More Days Till Alaska Cruise
With
Lori it was Zumba time
And
dancing to the tunes
Went
home and played Canasta some
Like
most afternoons
I
checked in for tomorrow’s flight
Excitement
starts to mount
And
Lori helped repack my bags
She’s
good without a doubt
Transporting to Another World
From being
fed a bountiful supply
To
cooking three meals a day.
From having
someone clean for me,
To doing
housework every day.
From handwriting
in my journal
To working
on my computer.
From a
gentle rocking ship
to a sleepy
small town.
From
fun with Sis
To
life with Hubby.
From
new spaces, faces, and activities
To
same places, people and tasks.
From
adventure
To
routine.
From
no pressure to do anything,
To a
long to-do list.
Thankful
for both worlds.
Variegated Autumn
Autumn
begins a bit jumbled this year,
In
Arizona’s 100 degrees.
I may
miss Colorado gold, I fear,
Here
in the desert, not too many trees.
Down here
with silver-haired snowbirds, they say,
When
license plates change colors, it is fall.
But
this traveling bird’s not here to stay.
I’ll
fly to Seattle, but that’s not all.
Seattle
might still be rainy and green,
Then
Sis and I will board a massive ship.
Then
great Alaska comes scene after scene.
I’ll
bring a winter jacket for this trip.
I’ll
see all types of autumns when I roam,
Then
I’ll go to my Colorado home.
Three More Days Till Alaska Cruise
The
second day in Mesa, now.
YMCA
again
We
made rounds of exercises
A
wonder we’re not thin
We
played Canasta yet again
I
wrote my Wednesday poem
Redid
my backpack and my bag
Did
dishes just like home
