Thousands, perhaps millions, are floating under the sea—jellyfish, and shaped like umbrellas. But she looks different. She reflects purple and silver light. “Float with me,” I say to her…
So we float. We contract our umbrellas then burst open—opening and closing—we float upwards to sea level. On top of the water, we spin around and around. The sun beams through her body so brightly that she is invisible.
floating on water
Previously published in Contemporary Haibun Online, vol. 6:2, July 2009, and in an island of egrets, the 2010 Southern California Haiku Study Group Anthology, edited by Billie Dee .