#jellyfish moon

[porcelainerose]

jellyfish field ☆

by 吞拿炙烤肥牛饭 ༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.

[tuvwxyandz]

Swept Up Whole 

You aren't swept up whole, however it feels. You're atomized. The wind passes. You recongeal. It's a surprise.

-- Kay Ryan

After an initial infatuation with Kay Ryan waned, I'm reading "The Best of It" again. I've realized her colloquial, platitudinal diction and the fact she uses the same form in every poem does a good job covering up satisfyingly rough edges and wide-ranging, wildly-varying thought-patterns. She has an admirably large bag of tricks, actually.

She also has an ability to transform objects at intense speeds you barely notice:

Tune

Imagine a sea of ultramarine suspending a million jellyfish as soft as moons. Imagine the interlocking uninsistent tunes of drifting things. This is the deep machine that powers the lamps of dreams and accounts for their bluish tint. How can something so grand and serene vanish again and again without a hint?

-- Kay Ryan