Growing old and a good hang

What I love about women in entertainment nowadays is their willingness to be fangirls for each other across industries, generations, and backgrounds. One of my podcast favourites is Amy Poehler's Good Hang. My, how she manages to draw out the beauty and funniness of her guests. She makes them shine.

I loved this week's show, particularly what Brandi Carlile said about enjoying the process of growing old: "If I am ever in a bus accident and seeing my life pass before my eyes, it will all be about the last five years."

My haiku habit (week 4)

Living the last of his years

Old captain alone
His house looking out at sea
Red in green, yearning.

                                   +++++++++++

Watching with apprehension

Steel grey storm clouds come
Rolling over the mountains
Setting sun shines through.

                                   +++++++++++

Connection of the heart

Narvik to Gibbson*
Two sisters talk about life
Thanks to free wifi.

(* Narvik, Norway to Gibbson, British Columbia, Canada)

                                   +++++++++++

Early breakfast

100%
Divine chemical sweetness
An energy boost.

                                   +++++++++++

The women go ashore

Bea is hunting
Refuses the sad muffin
Eureka, there’s cake.

                                   +++++++++++

A gift of a sunny day

Blue skies and calm seas
Gentle sway sends me asleep
It’s real, not a dream.

                                   +++++++++++

In praise of a warm cabin

To my new best friend
Who keeps my dear body warm
I’ll name you Jessie.

My haiku habit (week 5)

Going to the Philharmonic

So many big ships
All on their way to Hamburg
We will have to wait.

                                   +++++++++++

Super futuristic horizon

We call them wind parks
Hundreds of masts pointing high
Crosses to heaven.

                                   +++++++++++

David and Goliath

Ship looming starboard
Makes him feel so very small
Pilot jumps aboard.

                                   +++++++++++

This doesn’t make sense

12K containers
I’m speechless as it passes
What a Big Bugger!

                                   +++++++++++

Downtime

Leaning to the left
Fishing boat stuck on sandbank
Waiting for the tides.

                                   +++++++++++

Beating the odds

Who is the boss here
Is it even a contest
Little tug that could.

                                   +++++++++++

Transfixed

Stern first into berth
Such a fine definition
Of slow and steady.

                                   +++++++++++

Sublime death of the day

This is the moment when the day catches up to me and I can only stand as a witness as the sun goes down. Feeling the pull of the turbulent waves, my body dives deep and there is only darkness below. Slowly I struggle back onto the beach, my legs wobble and my hands grab nothingness. Turning my back on that last iota of connection to nature, I scramble up to the car with wet bathing suit and sandy feet.

Photo by Venti Views on Unsplash 

My haiku habit (week 6)

 

A day in the life of an AB*

Going on standby
The anchor is soon to drop
Orders come from bridge.

(AB= able body)

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Waiting with(out) patience

We wait for two days
Being at anchor costs nerves
Only blues and white.

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A Monarch on deck

Butterfly is lost
The wind carries it away
Towards Mexico.

Photo by Joshua J. Cotten on Unsplash

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Pastoral tranquillity (almost)

A moder setting
Where Vikings one reigned
Sheep, grass, and windmills.

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Work-clothes locker room talk

Do they never stop
It’s been a helluva week
Wow, WTF, sheesh.

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Optical illusion

Looking far ahead
A ship is heading our way
Oops, it’s an oil rig.