medusae

underwater they are terribly
farsighted, your body blurs

as you approach. their bodies
are set elsewhere. heavy

chandeliers sinking
with chains braided by wax,

tempting you to reach into
their folds and search them

for whatever you threw
into the murky sea,

see if they would spill out
or harden like shells.

you peel one, look for the heart,
highly organized water,

it is shaking. you find a stone,
apply pressure, watch it shatter.