I remember 1991:
Alaska cruising with my mom and dad.
We got along quite well. That trip was fun
and genial; we all agreed we had
good times, and disembarked with memories
as sparkling as the glacial ice we met.
Especially myself. Alone, at ease,
I fast-encountered what I won’t forget.

My mood was rare. Completely on a break
from work and children, off my smoke and feed,
I walked the deck observing waves and wake
without agenda, strategy, or need.
Receptive I met someone to adore.
That’s how I know I’ve felt this way before.