Not that most of us are in a rush to sign up for a cruise any time soon … but here is my poem, BETWEEN THE ISLANDS OF THE PACIFIC, first published in Quadrant magazine June, 2018. It’s sort of relevant to the current situation. Hope you enjoy it.
Between the Islands of the Pacific
Because by now we know everything is not so blue
out here.
The cities had tipped rubbish into the sea,
and we let them without even noticing.
Not even feeling our breathing clear
as gusts reaching ten knots cleaned up our days.
Not even. Today pure blue sky, blue sea,
out there the horizon drawing a line
below the clouds, the absoluteness of it. Nights
of diesel engines shuddering beneath us.
We lounge on chairs side by side on the deck.
At dusk, we stand at the railing of the ship as the sun
slips into the ocean. In the fresh sea air, their backs turned,
some raise a selfie-stick or light a cigarette while others
stand holding their breath.
Where can we go from here, and how?
Copyright © Libby Sommer 2018
Libby Sommer, Author 
Oh, I remember my last cruise… 2 years ago.. to the ‘New Caledonia Islands’…
Eleven Shades Of Ocean Sunrises
The ocean’s sunrise
my daily prize.
Evoked my gaze
like a Paris stage play.
Mother natures
star performer.
Her razzle and dazzle
upon morning sea drizzle.
Reflections of colour
Her horizon of valour.
Purity defined
her face aligned.
Endless over time
Eleven days she was mine.
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beautiful poem…..but I feel sad why everything is not so blue out there
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