Phosphorescent pinks and greens,
psychedelic moons with medusa strands
snaking out around them, they have
nowhere to go and are in no hurry to get there.
With a six hundred million year history,
they are attuned to patience.
Though much cuter than their cousins,
those spiny anemones,
these gelatinous fish have not fallen far
from the tree. Satisfied to languish on the tides,
their sting is their only protection and that
is more than enough.
Unlike people, a species most generally blessed
with heart and brain and backbone, jellyfish
happily exist and obviously thrive
with none of the above.
As with love, we often underestimate these creatures
until we’ve been stung.