Sitting by the rock pool, a hot spring day,
Sea salt cracking my lips,
Just want to dip my toes, cool water beckons below. 

Water bubbling, white foam floats atop, 
Perhaps a sharped tooth monster lurking beneath,
But unless I take a dip how would I ever know.

I continue to sit, buttocks shifting,
Uncomfortably against the hard rock,
Indecision is the death of me.