• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 06


The cumulonimbus clouds
peer down at us–
we in our jelly-fish costumes,
twirling around specs of light
tangled in the threads of the sea-whip,
we who sashay our way
through the shapeshifting acropora
and call it a dance,
we who are like lost bubble-corals
in search of cooler echelons of
night’s peace,
we who drift through the liquid
days of kelp-green wilderness,
we who are propelled in pulsatile jets
of life to search
for sparkles of meaning,
dust of calm,
for the semblance of the sea
in an aquarium-life.