jellyfish

	                                             standing on the cliffs
	                                             watching the ocean roll in
	                                             from below the horizon
	                                             you feel yourself flooded with awe
	                                             with white-crested happiness?

	                                             well, so do I

	                                             your hidden thoughts crash against
	                                             the well guarded doors of your mind
	                                             weakening them
	                                             like breakers eating away
	                                             at the shore?

	                                             so do mine

	                                             your dreams soar high
	                                             in the tangy air
	                                             you are the kite
	                                             the gull on the wing?

	                                             that's what I am

	                                             I feel
	                                             I think
	                                             I dream
	                                             I am born human after all

	                                             so why is it, Sir
	                                             that you treat me like you would
	                                             treat a stranded jellyfish
	                                             that's poked with sticks
	                                             and stuck with feathers
	                                             by romping children?