Whiteness, The Sea

Whiteness, The Sea

Unpublished work (c) 1991, Lisa Page Weil
All rights reserved.


The ship rocked so badly
That we all stayed in our bunks
And were seasick for the entire journey.
I said it would have been better outside in the fresh air,
And I remember swaying on the deck;
A view of the city we left from the boat;.
Two people along the railing.
Then the cabin again and seasickness.
After a few days;
Whiteness.  The sea.
Before we left port,
I walked along the deck of the ship and
Looked at the horn; waited for it to sound;
Walked around and looked at the ship.
The deck.