Driving to the waterfront,
our third cruise on the Portland Spirit.
Four of us in the car this night
of heavy wind and downpour.
Parking at the waterfront,
a three-block walk, everyone drenched.
Cannot board until 6:30, which is
forty-five minutes from now, no shelter.
Ship left from waterfront,
passengers’ shoes filled with water.
Dinner, piano, and back to dock.
Nine-thirty, rain heavier, garage locked.
Written for Poetic Asides #238/
Write an “on the road again” poem, special new trip,
or unexpected excursion-good or bad.