Balcony, he sat in early morning
The waves on the starboard he’s been watching
The gray ocean, choppy, looks forbidding
And the next few hours may be daunting
For nimbus clouds towards the ship, drifting
A deep foreboding, a rainstorm brewing
The scheduled tour today, long time waiting
Hoping and praying sun will be shining
But the storm gods, not cooperating
And sent forth wind, thunder, even lightning
Alas! bad weather may last till evening
Better stay on board, in bed daydreaming
As waves crash harshly, thoughts keep wandering
A quiet solace in the storm, lingering
01-02-2025
© F Aparici