Today's poem is by Sara Talpos
Jellies
The Black Sea, 1987
One day they just appear, thick
and floating like a sea
of condoms among the trawlers.A swimmer feels one
squelch against his palm. Farther
out, dolphinswhistle while a sonar counts
the seconds it takes for an echo
to return.Pull one from the water: trans-
parent, malleablenothing
to it. Watch the ship's dredgecarrying them upward
with a mysterious pair of fresh-
water shells, milky as anniversarypearlsevidence, perhaps of flood.
Rain breaks against her
rented shack, fracturinga dream of arrival home
to her husband: behind him, a sign,
Caution, Deaf Childat Play. And beyond,
a Yield, the dove making
its empty-beakedreturn. No one foresaw how
quickly they'd multiply,
feeding on planktonuntil the sea bloated. See how
the children squeeze
their fists,hurl the glistening
jellies at one another,
dodging the quick sting.
Copyright © 2006 Sara Talpos All rights reserved
from Crab Orchard Review
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