Jelly Fish Meditation at Garden Bay
sitting on the dock
at Garden Bay
I stretch out my form
to see yours coming
out of the depths of the sea
you surface
opening, closing
memories stir
delicate like a lady’s pink hanky
intricate like finely designed needlepoint
from your center
propelling you to places
I cannot fathom
you turn to expose your underbelly
showing me the source of movement
four pink clover leafs
a dead give-away
shaped like a propeller
the discovery delights me
I marvel at the fined combed threads
adorning your edges
from the dark to the light
you have traveled to find me
and bring me home.
