Mikaela Castledine #259 Seasickened

Sometimes I wonder

in the queasy after lie of the ferry journey

if it is the sea that makes me ill or the boat

and if I walked upon the water

climbing waves like little hills

whether I might stride clear headed

all the way

with just the burn of hard endeavour

weakening my thighs

and avoid the unpleasant reappearance

of my breakfast