An Elephant's Tale

My mother is not my mother, and neither is my father

Captured from my cage, they said I was cute

I slipped into their clothes and ate their food and slept in their bed

My growing ivory tore through their thinly made fabrics

Their pasta made my insides turn and my feet crushed and destroyed their varnished wood

I was captured and taken from my enclosure and set free within their four walls

I smashed their fine sofa

I used my trunk to spray and smash down internal walls

My tail flapped with dismay as a I defecated in their dining

My un-mother screaming “stop it! You beast, you wild thing!”

I wallowed and wailed in my confinement

Yet no one came for me

Monday’s little girl heard my whimpering

And she caressed my trunk and wrapped her arms around the stock of my leg

She folded her finger signaling me closer

Whispering in my ear “you’re an elephant and there’s nothing that compares”

The weight of my body gave way to my relief

I stretched out my trunk in awakened credence

I took to my things that did not fit

And blazed a trail to places I had not been

And on my way, I wrote up in the sky “I’m an elephant, am I?”

Here, I am an elephant unchained clinging to the things that caused me unjust pain

But I trek into my undefined future with my feet firmly planted in the Earth that is mine

Resolute in finding my Fool or my Magi

And on my quest, I check the Star for ease

I check the Sun for glory

I am reminded that I AM

And when I turn back to the sky, I trumpet the World

“I’m an elephant, indeed”

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

Psalms 139:14

Love,

Nadia