On the main deck
By Muster Station ‘D’
Level with the swell
As we cut through the water
Travelling at quite a rate of knots
Past drilling rigs
And marker pylons
The TV is an old TV
And the passengers
Are mostly old
Because this is what we do
Cross places off
Of our bucket list
As if time alone
Is not time enough
Next year
A firm base
Solid with its solitude
Free from solitary loneliness
