No Head No Tail This Jelly Fish Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

This substance nebulous,
Itchy like the story of
My divorce which, left me
Scratching my head, on the
Way to the highest court,
In the land like going into
An ocean insecure, uncovered.

This story of my entering
Into deep waters alone, with
A shadow that drowns itself
In this alcohol, that stings
With no head no tail this
Jelly fish.

I step out of the water so
Glad I can reach for the spray,
And point it on my leg that
Spot reddening fast, for I am
Scratching this itchy patch,
As if to confess I was as ignorant,
As zero for that empty was my mind,
When I got stung.

I thought love was as deep as,
Was an ocean, and you bathed in it
And drowned, and came out dazed with
Bliss, a happiness indescribable.
Now tell me where is the head of this
Jellyfish that ended the game with
A sad tangled mess, sneaking in on my
Blessed eye, closed dived and had me
Sitting here on the beach of life in
Pain.

I am watching the sunset,
Creep in shyly as I ask;
Why happiness so selective,
For these surfers don't seem
To be even aware of jellyfish.

They come out on surfing boards,
Under their arms oblivious,
Of the dilemma that has me dry,
Sandy and itchy, my legs stretched,
drying up in misery in the sun.