Pacific Storm

My companion and I
Are in a storm off the
Alaskan coast with
35-foot waves,
We look at our lowest
Deck window and
There is water up
Against the glass,
Then we roll and we
Can see the great
Waves rise up and
Crash down.
We are both well
And go to breakfast
And other passengers
Are unhappy we are
Not seasick,
We are careful what
We eat and roll
With the waves
As we walk.
We are not allowed
On deck in a storm
So we go to the Crows
Nest to sit together
And watch the sea,
Safe and secure
Above the waves.
We travel well
In each other’s
Company.
Though best
Not to tempt fate
And stare too long
At a jello mold
Dessert compote
With bits of fruit
Suspended
In it as it
Jiggles.