The Open Sea

We're traveling on the open sea;
It's rolling, gray and vast.
My husband's feeling the effects -
I hope it doesn't last.

The endlessness I do not like.
At least when I see land,
The world reverts to someplace
I am apt to understand.

Below us creatures swim around,
Oblivious, I'm sure,
To all of us who sail on by
Outside of their front door.

I'm sitting on the balcony 
And staring at the sea.
It's hours 'til we dock and that
Is way too long for me.