The sun has set, its pallet turned to gray.
We dinghy back to Uproar past the end of the day.
It's been a long day, watching the goats race,
sampling food, culture and visiting a new place.
I'm sticky with sweat, not ready for bed.
I could really use some shampoo on my head.
I take off my clothes, I'm not wearing shoes.
And gaze at the ocean, like black, primordial ooze.
In I plunge considering my fate.
I don't want to be some creature's dinner date!
It sure feels good, my parts are still intact,
glad my sweat slick did no creature attract.
Back on deck for much needed shampoo.
Then I jump in for swim number two.
Now they can't smell me because of the soap.
At least I can fool myself, at least I can hope.
Clean and dry, Uproar holds me for the night,
until I wake up and feel the urge to write.

Thanks for listening.