More Bonaire poems

Facing Fear

By Peter Sam

Deep, dark ocean. You scare me.

I don’t like swimming in the sea.

I don’t like carbs or eels or fish.

To be home in my bed is what I wish.


Day 1,2,3,4 even 5.

I’m just trying to stay alive.

No matter how they plead and beg.

I won’t touch that water, not even with one leg!


On Day 6, the final day.

A spark springs out and I’m OK!

Snorkeling along without a car.

I’m finally a water-lover in Bonaire!