Bereavement for Jellyfish

Oscillating water fills my bell.Bobbing and tumbling; no crashing waves;Only a steady push, like a mother prodding a childToward unknown relatives.Or guiding a sleepy toddler to bed,A glass of wine waiting on the counter. A silty fog. Sand scraping my crown.Suspended at shore, I glimpse a new land,Freckled pink and orange; those lost before. IContinue reading “Bereavement for Jellyfish”