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Aug 312012
 

by Anne Whitehouse

 jellyfish

Fifty years ago my sister

got stung by a jellyfish,

and she hasn’t gone back in the ocean.

I’ve never been stung so much

that I wouldn’t go back.

 

In green waters suspended with sand,

soft-bodied swimmers I cannot see

brush against me as I glide by.

 

Just imagine—not ever going under,

always in air and not in water,

never feeling the wonder

of an alien element all around.