Do not be deceived.
The seas are never as calm as they seem.
They are deep, with riptides and currents,
and the tides draw you further from shore.
There are beasts under the surface,
hungry and rabid with blood-lust,
so incredibly vast that you could disappear
and no one would find you.
And yet this is where you swim,
in the deep waters, never certain
if you are brave or foolish
a bit of both.
About this poem
Mostly, I live out of my depth. It’s where the muscles grow. But it’s a scary place.
The picture was taken in Rye, NH.
PS: This poem became part of a blog post on my work blog. Interested? Go here.