What purpose can this pulsing serve?
My own heart rises to meet you. There are strands
within this cloud, cells that flash
with the cold regularity
of the MGM Grand. I cannot believe you,
little ones, and you will never know
that the hot fog smearing your sky
has passed across my parted lips.
Jellies may have been invisible, but they were never unimportant.
Exhibit wall, The New England Aquarium
photo by Rachel Blumenthal
