I am what is known as a jellyfish by homo sapiens. The ocean water is my home, where I live my continuous life. Sometimes the currents are warm, but mostly they are chilly. Swirls float my body around while my tentacles search for prey. Turtles are too smart my antics after millions of years of evolution, but fish are still easy enough to catch. Most of them know to avoid my wisping arms, but knowing is not enough. The ocean glides them to me.
I have named myself Oki, a name I came across in a book. You’d be surprised by how many books fall off of boats. Every once in a while an arm will shoot into the blue in an attempt to save a fallen book, and occasionally I’ll let it pass. However, if the book looks interesting, that’s when the homo sapien feels the wrath of a jellyfish sting. Reading helps break up the monotonous day. I like to share the knowledge I learn from their pages with my brothers and sisters when the currents bring them my way. They don’t know it, but I’ve given them names from books as well.
After a short time of visiting the waves push them away and eat up the pages. It’s usually a tearful goodbye to both.
I drift along then, doing what I was made to do. It’s hard to say why the planet created a faceless monster, but as faceless monsters go, we are probably at the very bottom of the list. Most of the time I don’t even think about it. When I do think about it its an aching need; as if my body will stiffen then crack into millions of pieces to forever sift in agony amongst the sandy floors if I don’t sting the next living thing I see.
Sun rays are mesmerizing to watch as they wobble in the rippling water, shining through the sea foam to penetrate the depths. Although, for me, I prefer the moonlight. On a calm ocean night when a full moon has risen in the clear black sky, the pale light dances a liquid ballet with the waves. She doesn’t try to expose us or dig deep into our dark abyss. She just exist as a part of our world. Those nights I skim the surface to feel her presence and marvel at her beauty. It’s as if mother has finally come home.