"They call them moon jellyfish:
Those small little creatures
With the flowers on their backs.
And, tucked away, on a small island in Palau
There’s a lake where they live with
The golden jellies
Who’ve been there so long
That the poison is gone from their stingers.
Who spin up towards the sun and
Photosynthesize themselves alive.
I think that’s what falling in love must be like:
Forgetting how to hurt
Following the sun
In the cupped hands you’ve learned
To call home."