THE NEWS FROM THE CRUISE

THE NEWS FROM THE CRUISE 

BEGAN

on a Tuesday

Not this or last    

but in the past,

with rumors from the net

about excursions, arrangements

packing and documents                                                           

AND WILL END

on Wednesday,

not this or next                                  

but when memory wanes

or someone says, 

“Please, there’s no need

to tell it again.”     

                                            

PREPARE

to wear . . .

what . . . on the sea to Alaska – 

to experience . . .

what . . . places exotica,

people reachable only by air or by sea?

Will it be sunny all night,

full of cold ice?

They can leave you at the dock, it was hinted,

if you misread a form

or left it at home not printed.

GETTING THERE

In Flint, 

a lady with a laptop

couldn’t keep her trap shut

talking at a business man

sitting on her left

switching to a cell phone

in her right

when it wasn’t typing

tippy, tap, tippy, tippy, tippy, tap,

        

Atlanta displayed

between Concourses A and T

life size airport art from Zimbabwe

Sculptures done

in Spring and Serpentine

stone

Young man, plaid shirt,

earnest attempt at a beard.

He, attached to a cowboy hat

not nearly as attached to him.

Naked nervous moments,

de-cap-itated,

when he stumbled through

the cramped doors

of the airplane loo.

First Sightings

On the left, looking up,

the mass of Mt. Rainier displayed

while across the aisle, we looked down

at the rest of the Cascades.

   

Kids limo’d, rock star style

long, black car, to Seattle

“No pictures, thank you!”

SEATTLE

                               

Cascades to the East

Olympics to the West

Docks to the world,

Ferries to the burbs.

            

The inspiration

to a coffee boom somehow

missed our hotel room.

Rode the elevated  to the Needle,

Monorail Ale,

and looked down at a map.

No, wait, that IS Seattle.

Lovely parks downtown

home to those without –  injured,

now insulted, by those who seek attention,

the costumed and painted

young, on parade.  

Down at the lounge –

like the hotel, big city small –

I settled for a few

minutes to check for news from the muse.

Bar tender busying, table to table.

Hotel patrons on elevator detail

pulling luggage over tile,

clackety click, clickety clack.

No use. 

An evening martini . . .

not up to the task.

Pike’s Place Market

Acres vending everything fresh

Watch the seafood fish throw show.                           

Especially fresh today,

tee shirts to go.

SHIRTS FOR PERVERTS

“It’s not pretty being easy!”

Two for ten.

We escaped and lunched

Bolivian.

TO THE SHIP

Tetris driver stacked

luggage, us ten –  ovation

in his taxi-van.

EMBARKING

A smooth sail through 

document checks,

those things you do 

to get people and stuff      

on a ship for a cruise.                              

Anxieties allayed with each gangplank stride,

able to focus on why we were here,

the excitement of what we would find inside.

A week’s worth of clothes

soon disposed to the drawers

and corners of efficiency quarters.

Time to take command –

captains of our staterooms –   

on the Westerdam.

ON THE SHIP

one of those dam ships

from Holland America Line

Our Stateroom

Efficient space – for all

but elbows,

on main deck, above steerage

and the Irish

rumored below.

PROMENADE:                   

MIND YOUR HEAD

WATCH YOUR STEP

Take a walk

three decks up,

outside.

Pools

A retractable lid for the kids’ rock and roll pool

that swayed with the sea

more than nine decks below –

a slow sideways list, or,

when the sea was heavy,

sloshy-wavy aft to fore. 

Adults in posh hot tub thrones

watching the kids encourage the slosh

–  were seen less often, swim clad,

in the brisk Alaskan air of their outdoor pool,

except for the day

they swam in Glacier Bay.

THREE LAPS TO A MILE                     

Doesn’t that couple know . . .                                      

DECK RUN IN PROGRESS

. . . that’s the wrong way to go?

                            

Blasts from the horn in the fog

                      

I hope,

out there in the mist,

you’re not near

enough to hear

this.                                                                                     

LOWERING STATION

KEEP CLEAR

LOW LIFE-BOAT CLEARANCE         

ASSEMBLY STATION

Ours is thirteen –

women and children in front –

respond when they call your name. 

Dining options

Formal, casual

sit down, buffet                

a grill by the pool,

service in the room,

coffee shops, lounges

and snacks in the bars.

Soda cards on lanyards –

their many punches

survived a week of kids’ snacks,

dinners and lunches.

Friday’s late night highlight,

a chocolate extravaganza

photo op

and finger food frenzy.

Buffet

Asian,

Mexican,

On and on,

Italian,  Deli,

Bistro, Desserts,

drinks and pastries,

all known food groups, and

a new one invented just for today.

Dining Room

We sat and “selected’

from a menu  

– not “Either-Or,” but “Why Not More?”

every dessert, multiple appetizers, and a couple of soups.

Then tried all entrees not seen before

and maybe not again.                                                

With Dutch coffee, Java smooth,

we ended, Indonesian. 

The multi-menu’d kids                      

tried Alaskan king crab and gazpacho

with their fries and cheeseburgers.

On formal nights we dressed better                       

but maintained our old eating behavior.

On the day of the baked Alaska bakers parade

we saluted the chefs

and the culinary magic they made.

Crows’s Nest

       

Glass enclosed                       

full frontal viewing area.

Pilot your own ship and check

the library’s coffee shop –

to your left

or the lounge and piano bar on the right.

Journaled from 10 decks over

the Pacific O –

Seattle to Juneau

and back.

DESIGNATED AREA FOR PANAMA CANAL PILOTS

                            

Why not? 

A ship with a life!

Ship Mates

The young or beautiful, it seems,

cruise other seas or other times.

We did wear beautiful clothes –

maybe not beautifully

but with effect. 

Logo’d tees advertised

our clan, the race we were running on deck

or where we were from

– and, of course –

our sizes. 

Even our canes, walkers and wheelchairs

we sported with pizzazz.

BLANKETS FOR DECK CHAIRS

employ a man

to bring them out

and put them back.

Shopping

Learn to vacation the American way.

Our seminars prepare

smart shoppers for duty free sales

and Alaskan gem shopping excursions.

Let us teach you about tanzanite

expose you to topaz

or upgrade your diamond

then unveil Alaskan jade

at our Northern Lights Collection.

If you’re game, take the lessons

on how to use our casino

or enjoy champagne, get in on the action

while learning the art of collecting

art;

then join our end of cruise auction.

If you’re going ashore take our seminar for

how to shop in port.

Get coupons and precious gem

certificates the shops will mount for a fee.

For the kids, free

furry pins or

plastic rings – they change colors.                 

You will find

available everywhere                     

grizzly paw salad tongs

Ulu knives, fleece,

smoked salmon

and furs.

HELP US KEEP THE OCEAN CLEAN

DO NOT THROW THINGS OVERBOARD

The wake frames

low sun over high mountains.

Everywhere on your promenade,

viewing snow capped mountains

and listening to others’ conversations.

ASEA

Daytime temp, 50 degrees

10:20 sunset

four o’clock sunrise.

GLACIER BAY

First Sightings

Water spray,

small wisps, spout.

Milling fins stir

water textures.                             

A fin, a fluke, out,

down and away.

With luck, pods.

     

Bears, only two seen           

Brown, hard to see,

yellow, browsing,

over the hill,

gone.

Black, moving

along the shore

among the greens.              

Ice chunks

float past,

increase,

hitch-hiked by puppy seals,

sense water is better

and slip over the side;

details missed by seagulls

but not by two berg-surfing eagles.

Glaciers

                                 

16 at tidewater     

100 alpine

The Great Pacific, covered in black, receded

too balanced to move.

We watched Margarie,                

groan and crack its way

between mountains

five feet a day

then send blue chunks splashing,

with mini sonic booms,

into the bay.

How well equipped are you

to wait

and watch plate tectonics

move?                                 

Juneau

                                            

Behind the docks, mountain walls,

narrow Juneau,

no roads in or out.               

They shovel snow, inches

measured in hundreds

courtesy

of the Japanese current sea.

Couponed shoppers, their first opportune,

rush to mine gold

bargains at Juneau’s jewelers,

see the capital sights

and the Red Dog Saloon.

We headed to the woods to a musher camp

eager for immersion in the lore

of sled dog breeds,

their care and developmental needs,

the time it takes to build a team

and more.

We knew the original Iditarod story

and Balto’s glory

but not Togo’s work

or what it takes to qualify,

winning sprint and mid-length races

as well as the sponsors needed to pay

to race today.

A sled dog ride, six to a cart,

gee-hawing through hemlock trails

led by Iditarod mushers

who signed our caps

then taught us to socialize dogs

– by letting us pet their pups.

Sitka

Good news, folks,

the lifeboats worked,

tendering us in to the world’s largest city –

thousands of square miles,

a volcano, mild climate,

Russian souvenirs and legacy.

A walk in the park with totem poles led

to a place doing raptor repair,

a small Russian church –

walls of icons, a sailcloth ceiling

and red Bishop’s chair.

                               

The kids wondered if the eagle on the cross

was a bird of pray.

        

Ketchikans

complain about the rain and collect

totem poles, eagles

tourists, summer merchants

and salmon in fishing boats with nets,                                                            

We learned, touring on a duck,

quack, quack, quack

between a bunch of corny jokes

QUACK, QUACK, QUACK

that they live –  on docks –

a lifestyle blasted from rocks

and meet their exercise needs

by climbing steep wooden “streets.”

Victoria

Most  went to see Canada’s jeweled

city of castles

with flowers in parks and hanging in baskets

while I stayed      

to watch a mock

pirate battle regatta

in the bay.

Dennis R. Keefe

August 23, 2008