atop the gentle ripples
of today’s calm Black Sea
on the edge of that picturesque town
of my insatiable yearning
my face kisses the burnt-orange sun
a push-over wave pats me on my shoulders
(our new neighbor must be on the go
with his sailboat again)
i shoo away my childhood fear of jelly fish
in their territory am i now after all
the largest ones i ever saw
live right here i believe
always bloating over
the small skinny hands of the same little boys
(or so i still trick myself to think)
tossing those pulsating bells back and forth
their version of volleyball
they are overly active now
it looks like the entire medusa population
gathered around the lads
i’m safe i’m safe yes i am . . .
it can’t be . . .
don’t you whirl around my feet
what are you doing under my lilo
. . .
© hülya n. yılmaz, 6.18.2016
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While my decision is not yet firm, I may submit this poem as one of my three contributions to The Year of the Poet, a monthly anthology of international dynamics, published by Inner Child Press, Ltd.