Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

#9 Elephant Song

My hand rests on your head.
My hand rests on my heart.
So we remain connected;
reflections shimmer, past, present, future.
I will always carry you with me, for we are together.
Your great eyes speak wisdom. You are here,
now, in this pool with me, dreaming, dreaming.
And then head to head, heart to heart, I hear you
singing to me all the songs of childhood, all
the songs of the forest.

Special thanks to Rebecca for posting an evocative photo of a young girl and an elephant in a pool of water as part of NaWriPoMo at Sunday Scribblings and introducing me to Gregory Colbert's amazing project, Ashes and Snow. Please check out either site to see this image.

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