HENRYS AND ELEPHANTS

that which is enormous and enormously distant

I feel like a mouse

lying quietly in my crib

listening to the moonlight bellows

from far away

and consider crying for my mommy

but

something

the end of the cries

which start out so full of size--

a war trumpet to batter the bars that

keep us separated

from those we still love--

who are yet awake and reading

in the next room

or maybe stuck in Gondwanaland

floating southward on the continental drift--

the falling end of those sad notes

humility

we may be enormous

but it is you

you who can fall into our cage

and be lifted out unharmed by a passerby

to wander off where you want to go

to dream and realize giants

JD Frey -- July 26, 2001