Dive in, my dear – the water may seem cold,
Like volleys, waves may crash upon the beach,
The underhanded currents may grab hold,
Invisible and boundless in their reach.
We ask the swimmer if the water's fine,
But rarely do we wonder if the sea
Enjoys intruders in her pristine brine
Or craves the swimmer's selfish company.
The frigid waters, currents, and vast swells
May simply be the ocean's self-defense
Against crass tourists grabbing fish and shells
Who claim to love her, only in pretense.
I ask you please to brave the raging waves –
The one the ocean loves, the ocean saves.