An elephant floats by

An elephant floats by

My window

Pack a trunk

Follow at a discreet distance

The circus will catch up

Clouds roll

Their tumble self generating

My fantasy over

Before it has begun

Too easily contrived

Once caught

Rough edges

Are smoothed away

Leaving only an impression

Of their creation

In the tungsten sizzle

The magical pop

Of a light bulb

Manipulation is

Anathema to an active imagination

How far do we fall

On the other side

So far from home

Any further

And we will meet each other

Coming back the other way

Nothing is flat

There are no absolutes

Even that one

Thought evolves

Into a circularity

As the earth turns

Reach out take a handful

Of empty air

It is rich with the makings

Of you and me

Hold on to it

In essence

The beginning

May come around again.