The Ghosts We Love
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

Swaying ghosts of sea kelp, on this
unconcerned day, in this wholly mythological time,
say to us:

“The sea is not restless–it’s dreaming

of ribbon eels and anglerfish, as you would
if you were the sea.”

Jellyfish, already ghosts,
imbued with an ancient kind of embodiment—even
Taoistically inclined—all senses go—say to us:

“We are everywhere.

Don’t wait for us to come to you. Search us out—
carry your temerity, like a banner. We release you

into the currents of things pertaining to heaven, like,
ribbon eels and anglerfish. All the hidden things

are for you—the ghosts we love.”