Sea Anemone

Sea anemone,

Swaying above the newly scrubbed

ocean floor of a tidepool home

Between glittery rocks, glazed with water

Slippery fingertips, grazing the top of a flesh eating petal

Family of a dozen daughters attached and unsettled

Cyclops mouth, hungry eyes

Be wise, and watch your step

Little boy, skipping curiously

Almost tipping

Watch your step

Family were fewer before

Grew larger with temperature

Bore flowery children

Unknown to science men

Climate speculations, merely an overture

They’re singing, sea anemones, chanting underwater

Silent chirping sounds, intuitive guesses, nothing is certain

Watch your step

She is sky blue, her sister is scarlet

Translucent vessels holding an invisible soul

Boy’s body is warmer, thickly clothed skin garment

Fumbling hands tightly pressed, between shell and rock

and his opaque chest

He likes being afraid, tickling every nerve ending

Hugging and crushing him

True danger is empowering, uncertainty is just not the same

Respectfully dying, or everyday transcendence

To lose all resistance, intentionally, to the sea

Rippling movements, sliding feet

pointy rocks cutting his toes from underneath

An oblivious dance

Billion marbles of glass built pavement

he is jumping now, up and down

performing polypian gymnastics

Sturdy and tough and flowing around

at the same time

Connected to the ground

Between flora and fauna, what is the difference

A boy turning plant, a hybrid,

Did he just fall in love?

Their disobedient sing-a-long binds him

Playing along with ideas of existence

For less than a second he giggles, sounding just like them

How bad could it be?

Tipsy from saltwater soon to be drowned

This prolonged excitement

Dragging him down

His love prayers answered

Goodbye cruel world, goodbye forest and beaches and teachers and fathers and dolphins and trees

Watch your step

A kingdom of queens and princessess,

with seaweed veil covered faces

A one time audience, a guest of the sea,

On the steps of the ocean forever a boy will rest and be free

Social media friends

We checked in to a hotel, with a thick bearded staff

Since we couldn’t afford it, we helped out instead

Washing the dishes, scrubbing the floor

Stitching the holes of old quilts, to keep warm

They were made by our ancestors, during a time

When everyone’s mind was on fire and dread

They served raw food and fruit, at the breakfast buffet

And porridge in bowls that were sprinkled with seeds

some making eyes turn and some turning heads

Giving them glowing and gleaming effects

A few of the guests had visions, the luckiest few

While others remained in a fixed state of need

The owner’s only son was a man made from a cat

He was often dismissed as retarded and weak

Stretching and bending, doing yoga all day

Making himself longer on the kitchen tray

Lifting his paws, rolling them back, turning into an orb

The cat man’s movements was a silent shriek

At dinner, a lady did readings for free with tarot

Sorrounded by therapy groups and animal parts

Animal beings, fuzzy handicapped kids

Woolly hedgehogs, bunny with synthetic ribs

Listened as she spoke of an ill-fated prediction

They all put their nerve cells on her zodiac chart

Outside, the garden turned blue like the moon

The sky was black and the hedgehog shivered

Running out on the lawn, freezing, whimpering

The sky getting closer, almost touching his chin

A red planet appeared, a cousin to mars

All of the hedgehogs weak spots were triggered

From planetarian beams, territorial lines were drawn

To protect the remains of a group situation

Softly scratching then tearing the surface

Removing the comfort that once held a purpose

If this was a war then we hugged and kissed

Before finally accepting complete separation

Copyright Siri Elfhag, 2020