I saw an elephant today, with his
Trunk down, looking tired and maybe
Sad. An elephant walking slowly, as if
Counting the steps left, steps left for home.
Perhaps there were two elephants, but they
Walked so close to each other that it seemed
Like one, and they both carried the same
Melancholy. The same weariness in their eyes.
I saw the elephants, and now I’m not sure
How many there were, but all I know
Is the lines in their trunks showed their
Years. And their time was not the same as mine.
One elephant, or maybe two, or maybe eight.
Eight elephants walking in the distance,
Away from me, dragging their sorrows.
Oh, how I wish I could walk with them!
But the elephants, delicate decoupage
Elephants, walk away from me, without
Sharing their melancholy, while I stand
Alone, wishing I could look into their eyes.