finding myself waist-deep
in a mud puddle,
unsure
if I’d rather
have you pull me out
or if it might not
be more fun
to pull you in
and reel in mud
together
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged elephant, love, mess, poem, poetry on June 7, 2016| 1 Comment »
finding myself waist-deep
in a mud puddle,
unsure
if I’d rather
have you pull me out
or if it might not
be more fun
to pull you in
and reel in mud
together
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged acceptance, elephant, fitting in, hummingbird, poem, poetry on August 13, 2015| 2 Comments »
I wanted to be more like you,
I did. I wanted to fit in
your hummingbird world
with its hummingbird nests
and its delicate wings and
its predisposition toward
delicate things, such as
tea cups and flowers
and gossamer strings.
So I painted my body
with delicate swirls
and colorful, whimsical
intricate whorls, and I tried
to fit my whole self inside
your dainty settings,
I tried, I tried to be more
like you, but there is no hiding
these giant gray legs and
this massive gray trunk
and these floppy gray ears.
It’s obvious. I am an elephant,
dear, and I just can’t squeeze into
this fragile world.
I belong home
in the elephant herd.
And I’m sorry I broke your fine
china cups. It’s so evident now
I can’t fit in them, but …
well, sometimes we need
to fail to learn. We need to digress
before we return.
I still think you’re lovely,
though slightly absurd,
oh beautiful, delicate,
bright hummingbirds.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged disillusion, elephant, illusion, poem, poetry on March 9, 2014| 3 Comments »
that elephant over there?
oh, yeah, I like to tell myself
it can fit in my pocket
*
don’t yell at me
I yell at him—
dead sunflower in the vase
*
do you think
this elephant in my pocket
makes me look fat?
*
too hot for my fingers
this piece of steamed carrot so I throw
it in my mouth
*
just before the snooze
alarm goes off again, a whole
dream in three minutes
*
I don’t know
if truth becomes visible but
elephants do
*
that scar, I pick
it even as I say out loud
stop picking it
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged elephant, poem, surprise on April 5, 2013| 1 Comment »
So surprising,
that elephant when he walked
through the door clearly marked
elephant, a door
I never knew I had.