Gin Rummy on the Gulf of Mexico
Headed home over a sea prairie
the Gulf of Mexico
playing gin two miles above the ocean floor.
A lonely container ship passes in a southbound lane
I think it would wave if it could.
Sea air cools, clouds stack up on the northern horizon,
thunder rumbles in the distance like
Tuesday morning’s garbage truck.
Tomorrow? Cats, mail, a week of newspapers,
a long list of things to do.
Today? More gin rummy with a view.
I’m winning 18 games to 12.
Day 7 on Norwegian Dawn in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico.