All over the city, umbrellas were flying away, against our will of course. We held onto them tightly for protection—from pestilence, from wide scary skies, from eye contact with strangers, from harsh realities—but they had the final word. No more shielding us! Our hands strained then let go, as those thin-ribbed bodies with black handles ascended—colorful jellyfish floating through liquid air, their earthly destiny complete. Finally exposed at last, you and I turned to each other without armor. Slowly we opened our eyes, and slowly we gasped at our mutual naked beauty shining in the deep blue sky.
By Sharon Gelflick