My Books Are Water by Eric Sparks

That makes me a creature of the sea; I swim calmly
beneath white-capped waves and still sleep sound
in underwater caves. Down in the deep blue,
darkness surrounds me at most times; only when the
sun shines do I have any light at all; so my eyesight
turns pitch black when day turns to nightfall.

I’m from the ocean, but I’m not much a swimmer;
I’m sailor and a drifter, as long as a skinny skimmer.
I’m more concerned with where the wind may take me;
no mind can make me, but only the wind, sea and stars;
only my eyes, feet and heart, but they will eventually break me.

I will always struggle in the fishing net, but never forget,
I’m a fighter not a drowner; a Lochness not a clownfish.
A monster ready to conquer his domain of the sea;
The big boats, thin lines, and sharp hooks will never catch me.
No need to wait and see.