Elephants bumble through the jungle
of my sleepy brain elephants and polka dots
my two small nieces one a baby wrapped
up in stars her sister’s head a pouf of curl, eyes agaze.
When my boys were little
I liked to drift into the fancy lands
of books as I read to them
three warm bodies pressed
close as ever close
four blue and two brown eyes
intent on the colorful pictures
their own fierce imaginings
carrying them wherever they went
as the words marched forth.
Bone deep exhaustion landed me
in bed before nine with a wild
wind for my lullaby and now I’ll
go out of my self and out of my
house into the world wondering
what I might see or hear or do
on this impeccably particular day
what might appear arise
accost my senses
hurl me forth to imaginings
of tall ships and elephants
sights unseen dreams undreamed
a cortege of angels following
wordlessly above hovering
thither and yon traversing and travailing
waxing silently poetic about
whomever whatever
and whyever not.