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

 


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