Dave Bonta's "Conservation" reads like a short set of instructions for caring for the sea, but the instructions are odd and gentle. Instead of talking about rules or pollution in a technical way, the speaker treats the sea as someone to host. She is offered "a place" where she can have "any water," as if she were a visitor who should feel free. To "prize her wine" and "look into every fin" suggests respect and close attention, both to the sea's richness and to the creatures living in it.
The last couplet turns the focus back on us. We are asked to "clean our ships" and "go home for life," which I read as a call to take responsibility and then step back, leaving the sea alone. The mood is quiet, humble and a little wistful. The speaker doesn't scold. The tone is closer to a calm request, and the short lines leave plenty of space around each idea, like the open water itself.