Some random experiences from a few days in the Bahamas (from which I am now in the process of returning) spawned this poem, which spilled edit-free from my pen yesterday:

Shapes in clear water when moving
    are blurred and the fuzz provides fear
For unknown says death's always seeking
    and will in the end become near

So sun and life soon are forgotten
    if only for a space of seconds
Heart and mind illusion-smitten
    propel the soul back to the sands

From the shore heartbeats are slower
    Embarrassment looks like the heat of the day
The water is clear, it seems fear need not tower
    O'er a reckless rejoining the fray

But horizon reveals, dark symbols appear
    Omens or fins? both blacker than sky
Recklessness checked, the imagined is here
     It seems a more rational soul would have died