Elephants

Afternoon, spliced light

Seeing through the nothing that sits there.

Obvious in its abatement of elephants

Floating through time

Rummaging for anything

But what is wanted- most.

No more questions.

Just a pilgrimage of sound

Entering into Ego, inflating who once stood tall

Among the orbit of my energies

Orchestrating the ooze of our chorus

And splatter-painting the dark pink interior.

It is all a history of sound

A painted memory hung in olfactory galleries

Leaning on cells not yet dissolved.

Perforated snapshots with buckling edges

Guilting the body into a more articulated gate

Into the hands of others.

Desperation leads the waning light

In through well-oiled doors, locked to nothing

Now that the influx of possibilities has generously widened.

The goal-setting  time has clung to my movements

A queue of patient procedures that nod their head in ‘now’

Ready the arm to ardently welcome the stronger lead.

I am backed now, by my own understanding.

Mindful more than ever of the ‘where-to-from-here’

Long-settled dust blows free, along with stubborn tendencies

Into the cavern of necessities’ dictates.

Stretching now for the longer run.

Into the upgrade I have earned.