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.
the transparency
of light
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 .
Lovely, Genie!
Dear Penny:
Thank you so much. A thumbs up from you means a whoooole lot. You were the one who first introduced me to haibun and now I love writing them. Got a flu today so going back to bed — just checked in on possible comments and yours was a true comment the one that comes from the sky.
I adore the prose. You should submit the prose as a prose poem to the best poetry magazines.
Alan
Dear Alan:
Thank you. Can you suggest any poetry magazine ? I will try to do this.
Amazing, I enjoyed this very much…