An Occurrence Of Seasickness On A Glass-Bottom Boat Poem by Raj Dronamraju

What a view from a glass-bottom boat!
I don't want to be confronted by the reefs
The way they collect then tear up the past
The debris float just below the surface

I've thrown up twice since I found love reflected
As the trash the currents have collected
I close my eyes and lay on the deck

My eyelids are as transparent as the bottom of this boat
I am a glass man sick with my own weakness
Each sensitive moment sends regret to submerge an unsecured mind
Not submerged in being scared but submerged in confusion

He knows how he was shanghaied
Made to complete this journey as an unwilling sailor
Hungry shadows circle underneath a pitiful figure
Sirens call out "this will not be fine" from far off ports of self destruction
He cries to the surf and the depths answer by replaying actions he never should have taken

She was an unhappily blindfolded tourist
Not sure of her present whereabouts
Only knowing that it was not on her list of potential destinations
What she saw only made her less sure of the present
In the present, she holds his head in her lap as he struggles with his own queasy history