Patchwork Prose and Verse
What sense does it make
to get a negative test
three days before sail?
We could still be sick.
In between: crowded places
as we journey there.
This world is one big
logical fallacy where
nothing makes much sense.
Vaccinations, sure.
Negative tests: overkill.
Please. Stop the madness!
before the divorce
before he walked away
from all of us
we were on vacation
in Clearwater Beach
the two of them –
my son and his dad –
next in line to JetSki
listening to the safety talk
No horseplay.
Keep your lifejacket fastened.
Keep your distance from other watercraft.
we were watching the father and son
before us, hearing the talk just moments
before as they’d stood where we stood
when it happened
collision!
we thought they’d get back up and
run the waves some more
but they didn’t.
the son swam to his dad
he’d just t-boned
probably wondering why
their laughter and horseplay
had stopped
a passing tour boat pulled the body
aboard, not knowing there was
no longer hope
we stood and watched
I still wonder about all we
carry~ all that kid carries ~
the paralyzing impact of loss
in all its forms
fish fry tailgating
coleslaw, hush puppies, sweet corn
camping out with friends
we took the cheap seats
in the bed of the pickup
saved the ticket price
Callaway Gardens
fireworks, just as jaw-dropping
from outside the fence
Independence Day
Eagles swoop down to catch fish
Symbols of freedom
Ready to return!
It’s not this much fun at home.
The food’s not as good.
Georgia’s way too hot.
We loved the chilly weather.
We live while we can.
Not one of us can
add another hour to life
– we savor moments!
I have my reasons
I never wear khaki pants
I cling to these truths
uncomfortable
doesn’t begin to describe
shattered boundaries
best part of travel?
coming home to your ”people”
who live to love you
stay tuned for the reunion photo….
In the south, I’m Kim
in the northwest, I’m Cay-um
according to them
We’re scheduled to take a tour of Victoria this evening on our last night aboard the Carnival Spirit. The last night of a cruise is almost always one of dread as we anticipate debarkation and have only the memories and the transitioning sea legs to take with us from such a fun week of overindulgence in fun and food. We’re hoping to get off the boat briefly, but we aren’t booking an excursion because of stricter Canadian protocols and the threat of rain (only the first we will have seen except a heavy mist at the Seattle airport upon arrival).
Stay tuned for photos, which I hope to post tomorrow morning.
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