I saw jellyfish this morning as I ran over the bridge

I happened to look down and there they were

Round white blobs with their long trailing tentacles

Two miles later they were in Colonial Place, identical

Floating effortlessly, just blurs

And then I heard a song that talked about jellyfish

It made me think of us

And the things we used to wish

In your old room, remember we’d look at pictures

We’d see him

We’d dress up on Sundays and at camp to try to catch his or another boy’s eyes

We looked like gems

But in reality those dresses and make-up were all disguise

We said he looked like a jellyfish

With those dark curls, those big round eyes

His long arms

At 20-years-old how we were charmed

But he floated away like so many others

At some point in time there was a glitch

You floated off too

Like a jellyfish

Along the way you stung a few

I know I’ve got tentacles as well

I’m floating, drifting

As life’s pinnacle swells

The tides are ever-shifting

We’re all like jellyfish in the river

I’m running over this bridge

The waterways get bigger

I’m trying to be mindful of how I live

We’re all bumping into each other

Gelatinous blobs

Can I control what the tides are bringing in

We’ll all answer to God

Who am I stinging with my sin