Jellyfish Moon

As if lassoed 

by the moon's white thrall,

the moon jellies 

glow on the beach

pearlescent

in the summer dusk.

Glittering in death,

jewels of the sea,

little moons fallen

out of orbit.

Their otherness 

passing for ordinary,

their stranding 

an oblique metaphor,

summer footnote, 

on a sun-baked evening.

 

Nonchalant moon

frames a barren beach,

tide turning away

from their purple hearts

a bruise or star,

of brave journeys

taken, known only

by the ocean's depths.