by Brian Fuchs
So much is riding on the backs of elephants.
The words dance almost merrily around the point
and my soul shrinks back a little in fear.
I’ve become quite clear now;
even I find it difficult to make out my form
in the translucence I see in the mirror.
The elephant stares at me angrily,
begging silently to be acknowledged,
unable to move or make a sound.
I close my eyes, finding it much easier to see
and decide to take another step forward tomorrow.
Posted on 02/19/2009
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