A True Story of Many Moons

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Once,
on a summer morning,
I leaned over the side of a ferry.
Peered down into ocean water
hazy with salt,
but calm.
Below me, translucent moon jellies drifted,
pale and milky, they floated with the tide.
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And as far out across the water,
as deep into it's green depths as I could see,
jellies hung like silent ghosts,
thousands upon thousands of them.
Jellyfish like whispers of ocean waves.
Jellyfish like shadows of ancient stars fading into a liquid morning sky.
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And I imagined grey, and green,
speckled, brown and dun coloured fish
resting on the ocean floor,
gazing up into their watery sky,
watching the suspended globes bobbing far above them.
Imagined the quiet jellies as remnants of cold fishy dreams.
Imagined I could remain forever,
my legs pressed against rough metal
my body rocking with the boat.
Imagined I could reach down
to gently press each jelly
and feel the hard kernal of truth at its core.
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I found a picture of these amazing creatures here if you want to see them:
http://www.neaq.org/images/MoonJellies.jpg