Luxury Cruise
LUXURY CRUISE
Beneath, behind
This emptiness
No consumption
Can ever fill, the
Craving masks
A deeper hunger;
The yearning of
A homesick soul.
Posted on April 23, 2014, in Poetry, Writing and tagged Desire, Ecology and the human footprint, Foolishness, Greed, Pain, Social commentary. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.
Ben Naga 
The yearning of a homesick soul. I think you just described me with these words.
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You are surely not alone. While many sleep on.
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I think we are all homesick. Unfortunately many of us don’t realize it.
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Or don’t wish to?
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Could be willful ignorance I suppose.
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Sadly, fear is a terrible yet powerful force.
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The “homesick soul” – YES! (Wish I’d thought of that phrase – it’s perfect, for how many of us feel. Seems I was born homesick….)
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My mother loved a cruise ship experience she took to Alaska a number of years ago. I hear her description of it, and I shudder. The luxury cruise inevitably is for those who do not know luxury, but still have the luxury of enough income to spend on eating endless meals while plowing the seas. It has little to do with luxury, in reality, but more to do with consumption and pretense of luxury. Our individual cruises through life are as varied as the light of sunrise and sunset and darkness mixed together into days and nights that last only a little while. We yearn for home, and some, like Wendell Berry I suspect, find it, but the rest of us keep on the journey, hoping to find truth in our cores, while time slips past us so quietly that we only notice during spasmodic spikes of brilliance, to paraphrase a particularly memorable phrase written by Sylvia Plath.
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The luxury cruise, as you expertly describe here, seemed a perfect image for what I wanted to say, and this virtually wrote itself. Once again you cut to the essence of the piece and allow me to feel encountered; always a joy for a writer, as I am sure you know. Thank you.
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Again, Ben, a vast wave of resonance with my own true emanates from your poem ~ in so few words. Sometimes we don’t realise how very homesick we were until our souls have walked through the door and remembered. Great write.
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Thank you kindly, Angela. Such resonance is good, and a remedy for homesickness. 🙂
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LOL! I never thought of that! Yes, resonance is a perfect remedy 🙂
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Take twice daily, or more frequently as required.
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