Even soft, defenseless creatures have a means of retaliating to any aggressor. These ethereal, unearthly jellfish packa real punch of venom!
seas
Sea, she
Sea, she
The sea calls me.
Some days I answer,
Worship at the threshold
Like an awed neophyte.
Other days I resist,
Turn around to woods,
Walk away, fingers in ears
Refuse to hear the siren sound.
I return, of course:
Sit on shingle, skim a stone,
Watch the ever-changing moods
Never the same from one day to the next:
Storms and smiles,
Shimmers and shades.
Natural born killer
Provider of plenty
Endless, mysterious,
Yet fluidly simple.
No wonder they refer
To oceans as She!
