Jellyfish

Love, I won’t sting.

Do you know what it is like
to be electric and light?
To witness alone the lone miracle
of the ordinary?
Something is beginning to move
like a dream breathing into air
for the first time,
like the sweet smoke at noon
the slow unfurling of arms,
an eye, a tongue, a tendril of a word
reaching for the light—
Expanding into itself
my mind, a blooming beam of knowingness
dilating into the sun.