It has rained overnight
Clouds heavy,
Pregnant with raindrops
Releasing their burden to gravity
Tumbling into the sea below
Fresh water colliding with salty
Skittering over balconies
Curtains drawn
We all lay asleep
At least I did
I have never slept as soundly
As I do out here
In this enormous cradle
Rocking me gently
The soft creaks of a structure that floats
Ingenuity abounds
Art cascading from light fittings
To floor coverings
A wrap around gallery
I wander now while all are still abed
Poetry is alive
Dancing on block toes
Tutu disappearing around the corner
Coffee a siren
That has me following her aroma
Around and around
Up and down
How do we float, yet carry so much weight?
I thought only light leaves and insects remained buoyant
Carried along the surfaces of water
But one can have heavy thoughts
And not sink
Simply apply air to the space around them
And art
Lots and lots of art
And never imbibe, remain dry
For it is when all that is heavy
Slips inside
That things begin sinking
So in order to fly, to dance and float
Copy the boat
Dry
Airy
And poet
*always poet (used incorrectly as a verb – Iβm taking creative licence) to poet (in my way)is to journal a thought in a lighter way.
I met my fellow writers at sea yesterday morning, and such an inspirational meeting it was. I am so looking forward to learning more today.
My niece, who I am travelling with won $1000 at Bingo when we played for fun in the afternoon. After a terribly unlucky year for her, she couldn’t believe her luck had turned.
And there is another metaphor there. We don’t trust luck when it returns after a long sojourn, sauntering in like a seagone sailor. It is an infusion of wonder all at once. Difficult to take in.
As we watched the musical stage show last night, lights bouncing, tunes pumping, I looked across at her beaming smile and thought my cheeks really haven’t hurt like this for awhile either.
It does a human wonders to spend several days in a row simply smiling
And learning to leave the past where it belongs, behind us

Your nautical sojourn has fired your muse! π This is such an atmospheric and reflective piece! π Hope that you both enjoy whatever today brings! π€
Sure to! It’s pretty incredible Colin – my muse is in heaven π
That is good to hear! π You sound happy! πππ€ Enjoy! π€π€π€π
In Islam, in the Qur’an, God tells us that a sign of His great power and dominion is the fact that He has subjugated the sea so that ships may sail in it by His command, so they sail in the sea like mountains.
Obviously there are scientific explanations behind the exact mechanics of how it happens…but at the root of it all, we believe, it’s simply a sign of God’s power.
I would apply the same to planes. Such incredible weight held up in the air…
In both cases when things go wrong on such vessels, we are reminded of our utter vulnerability…we are reminded that despite all our technological marvels, we are all still subject to far greater forces.
Beautiful poem, and it makes me want to go on a cruise too. I’ve only ever been once, but it was incredible: Vancouver up to Alaska.
I love your reminder that it is a simply a sign of Gods power Yacoob. I’m at breakfast looking out over a vast empty subtly rolling ocean and thinking that even though I am a good swimmer, I could not reach the horizon or land if this ship were to sink. We are always vulnerable and therefore at the whim of forces far greater than us. Placing our lives in the hands of grace is the only option in every moment, and yet we forget. An Alaskan cruise would be incredible. I think I may be hooked on this life enriching experience now. For a writer it is quite an incredible way to travel. This and trains. We have some very long train journeys here in Oz. Perhaps that would also be a lovely way to glide through time and landscapes while still being able to ponder and write and discover new layers of self and the country.
simply wonderful, joyous and buoyant, it fizzes with inventiveness; sea voyages seem to suit your muse π
Headspace and the freedom to roam there whenever she chooses I think suit her John. Currently sliding down freshly polished banisters and riding glass elevators to the top todo so again – childish and free – we all need a little of that in our seriouslives sometimes π
hahaha; nicely put: I can picture it now; your muse seems very happy π
There is a generous amount to take in here, beginning with a beautiful description of rain. All delightful, Kate.
Thanks so much Michelle x
You are welcome. π
I love these recent poems of yours! So insightful and reflective and intriguing. I hope the remainder of your trip is as lovely as the beginning!
Thank you Samantha, I’m so glad you are enjoying the poetry π
A $1000 win? Not bad. It sounds like you and your niece are riding high on the waves π
Seem to be Rosalienne π
I loved your poem and could almost feel the gentle rocking of the boat as I read it. Go, you good thing! xx
Ha I will miss this feeling when I get home! Tomorrow my feet touch the earth for the first time in a few days – the isle of Liffou. Thanks for reading Janet X
I’m so glad you (and your niece) are having such a delightful time out at sea. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced, but from your poetry and further words, it all sounds totally sublime. What a wonderful place to write and to write so beautifully, too. Reading your poetry, I felt I was on the ship with you. Have a great few days on the Isle of Lifou tomorrow, Kate. I’m sure it’ll be very different to be on dry land again for a while. Make the most of every moment on the vast and wild ocean. I love the video clip – the sea is such a beautiful deep blue. Thanks for sharing your experience and thoughts. Xx π
Hi Ellie, the sea is hypnotic, so beautiful.
Glad you’re having fun at the retreat. And wow, $1000? That’s amazing, congratulations to your niece. I guess this is a sign that things are going to get better for her.
I hope so (a sign) π
I love your poem and this definitely caught my attention with the Sea Voyage. Anita
Hi Anita, ha yes nice to be on the move again π