Medusa

Eco Mural: Thomas Lloyd
Poetry: Oana Maroti

The sea was warm, and I was swimming in it,
playing with the waves and the beams of light,
gazing at the small boats and the horizon.

Sometimes, I could catch a glimpse
of the glowing silhouettes of fish swimming nearby.
I was in my own world, immersed in the sea,
until I heard someone shout:
Medusas!

At that moment, the fear of being touched by a jellyfish set in.
I went through flash scenarios about what to do in case of a toxic jelly touch, and I had to get out of the water quickly. The intention was to be fast, but underwater running is super slow.

After a while of almost running in the same spot, I reached the shore, but I didn't see any jellyfish in the meantime. Realizing I was running for nothing, I told myself: This was for nice legs.