when Elephants touch old ivory
stepped so gently between wind carved walls
and low moans rise like sacred dust-
fills a sudden emptiness- for it seems
the ambient hum of forest and grassland
subsides, sharp breaths raise clouds close to ground
as eyes look deeply…
far past white piles and sandy ground.
When Elephants touch memories, inhale
a distant essence, as if brought near
dry heat accepts unfallen tears, as heartbeats
surge and rest, the valley from which
there is an accepted end, begins a new life
brings days of furious mounting, the earth drag
weight of new life in womb, water
after a long, long thirst, mud on baby skin,
life circled and gathered
sunsets to sunsets, to sunset…
when Elephants touch Love.
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