Overheated on the isolated pristine beach
of Anse Chasenet
I crawled out from under the bulky beach
umbrella abandoned the turquoise floppy
hat and shades
donned my snorkel mask
waltzed into the cool waves solo.

Thirty feet out and under 
I saw it.
Miraculous underwater maelstrom 
of tiny sardines out of the tin
circling in a a whir to escape
the big wahoo’s chomping jaws.

Always safety in numbers , mama said
Don’t travel alone at night
or you’ ll be prey
Shimmery silver fish abide this rule
Pulling tight as one
Swarming in a circular funnel.

Safety in numbers to ward off 
perilous predators.