Float Home Cruise Ship

The cruise ship charged
Whistleless at my sail boat
In a narrow channel
Between Islands
Of The Salish Sea.

I was powerless with sails up
Tacking against a current
Knotted against me.
The water boiled.
I recoiled
In dread

I could see them
Cosmetic lazy travellers
Lounging unconcerned
Tending to their looks
As the mass
Of their moving Carnival
Careened
At my destruction.

Two glaucous winged seagulls
Preening feathers seemed
Unconcerned on their tree deck
That surged towards me
Tree trunk with roots
And happy travellers
Sightseeing
With bobbing heads
In conversation.