I’m thinking how to summarize this trip:
if I were more adventurous, I guess
I wouldn’t miss a day to leave the ship,
but disembarking ratchets up my stress.
I love to nest no matter where’s my bed –
what’s more, my cabinmate depends on me
to read the map, observe what lies ahead,
and even understand the currency.

I’m not complaining. Here the views are fine,
the room is adequate, the service great,
excursions mostly good, abundant wine,
and tasty food for which we never wait.
But scatterbrained behavior jars a nerve
(I have to beg these stanzas, to observe).