The elephant

The elephant

to a man’s hand
around a ring I rode
an elephant.

The great mountain
of her body shifted
and I with it.
One side and then
the other. Up and down.
Like flying.

I, an avian squabble
of thrill and fright. She,
a plodding tempest.

For all her wisdom
she stayed her course.
For all her strength
she suffered my weight.

Children no longer ride
atop the elephants.
I circle.