Slick

The ocean is the everlasting home
Of happy tourists,
Screams of delight
For the sun-seeking,
For those who wish to rid their brains
Of stress back home.
Hands grabbing their chance
To cup crests and bubbles
Blessed to them,
Desperate for new things,
The thrill-seekers who want
To be knocked off their feet…
However…
If they want to be ‘thrilled’
Or be in an action movie,
I don’t see a stunt man running
To take their place
When something lurking below
Their newly tanned feet
Decides to drag on their legs,
And disappear below…