An abundance of parachutes glow nightly in the dark waters
before the volcano. Open, close, open. Like the petals of a cherry blossom,
someone says, an invitation to remember
what is fleeting, the blooming magnificence of wild renewal,
before breeze fells them like blankets of snow.
Inspired by this article about the recent influx of luminescent jellyfish in Japan’s Yojirougahama waterway.