Jellyfish and Moss Piglet

They’re adorable. They’re neither.
The jellyfish is not a fish.
The moss piglet is not a pig.

They’re glorious, and they shimmer
In those analogous features
That earn them their romantic names.

This moon jelly—white as the moon,
Solid but fluid, like jelly,
A pearly cloud floating past fish.

This moss piglet, this water bear,
Tiny thing often found in moss,
Vaguely shaped like a baby pig,

Found also in cold sea water,
Six-legged speck of polar bear.
With such imaginative names,

Such trailing clouds of likenesses,
Why not imagine them in love?
The luminous, large moon jelly

Like a floating community,
Caressing the small moss piglet
In their elegant tentacles,

And the sturdy, compact piglet,
Opposite of diaphanous,
Snuggling into those trailing arms.

This is love. Why not? This is love,
When lives far removed from themselves
Find each other, bind together.