I’m having an ocean cruise kind of day,
upper deck and first class, south Pacific
breezes lifting my hair, bare toes, tonic
with a splash of gin, nothing much to say.
To bask within this luxury’s no trick;
life’s a daily voyage that I beckon.
Choice of mood is easy, I just check in
thoughts that aggravate and carry no stick.
Hackers, slackers, whiners, they all reckon
they’ll feel better on perpetual offense.
Me? I prefer cool deck rails to a fence.
Sea turtles know when to pull their necks in.
Every view brings something to adore;
at every port, I know that I’ll love more.
© Elaine Stirling, 2014