Rushing Baby Elephants

Visions of reality that are falsified fallacies

cultivated in a journal that wages war on the mind.

perusing them to pass the time.

The Loxodonta Africanas runt that was abandoned

in the sands of the Sahara!

Trekking through the vast emptiness… alone!

A man on a journey and a beast looking for his home.

The Odd Couple

RUN! This wasn’t a game and anything but fun!

The sun barring down on us like the desert level in Mario

I jumped on the elephant's back, dodging the sun’s brutal attacks.

We zigged and zagged to the oasis on the horizon,

finding shade under a palm tree… we waited…

for the comfort of Van Gogh’s Starry Night.

We moved. My friend was entranced by his family that wasn’t there.

Rushing through the sands, his glee was met with sorrow.

WARNING! Objects in mind may appear phantasmal up close.

I didn’t blame him;

For, I would do the same if I thought I saw my long-lost love in front of me!

Anything to go back to them, I would cry out to them, just as he did!

Wading in his disappointment I comfort him.

We walk back to the Oasis.

Giving him water, as I bend down, I’m pulled in.

Falling. Choking as the current suffocates me.

Pulling me to the bottom.

I find myself tossed from a cumulus cloud and thrown into a jungle. Odd.

My friend falls in after me,

his futile attempt to rescue me is met with laughter,

but our situation is no laughing matter.

The sky burning black, and the vibrant colors of Van Gogh demolished

A vast void of nothingness, all one can do is repent.

We let go and let God, by holding on to each other…

more like otters than man and elephant - we need each other!

Man and beast who behave like brothers.

I told him I was looking for my lost lover.

A dryad who’s kiss could turn fields of wheat into sugarcane lilies she was so sweet!

And was as bad as a two-year-old who had never been beat!

Eyes open. A field hides behind a waterfall.

Grazing bull loxodons - one with nature. The druid spins in the field

she was who was I looking for.

These bulls are who the young bull was looking for too.

I tell him, “this… this is real!”

Loving what we see but not how to get there!

The bridge to take us to the promise land is a narrow pass

one misstep and we are to be washed away by the raging river beneath.

Deep breaths and trembling elephant feet.

Be strong! And Move On!

We conquer nothing by standing still

only the strong-willed will see paradise

and our journey ends on the side.

But every great journey begins with one stride… so I step.

A Bohemian man calls out. He offers to be our guide and take us to the other side.

His name Charon. He specializes in shepherding souls.

Refusing his help, he ensures us that we will not make it to the other side!

Nightmares of ghost circles us both.

We nervously walk away as the bridge gives way.

My friend pulled me up with his trunk.

Not much real estate left on this pass!

Running like the wind into the valley. We made it!

I reunited with my lost love.

The young bull reunited with his kin.

The unfathomable journey of two who became lifelong friends.