Wednesday, April 29, 2026

confusion, poetic asides Panama 11

 

Combatting Confusion

 

Mix lack of direction with eight-deck ship,

We wander from atrium to sun deck.

And with our room-number-memory slip,

Our schedule becomes a mess and a wreck.

Where we should be and when, we often check.

I missed an event because I forgot,

Have speaker and earbuds? No, I did not.

On our sailing day, there’s a long-time gap.

So we walk, play, view the ocean with thought,

Then we stay in our room and take a nap.

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