There's an elephant
on the white board
Surrounded by
mathematical equations.
He stares at me.
Edward the elephant
always sees me working.
Just like the
giraffes in Room 235,
He watches.
If only he were
alive,
If only he could
see.
If only he could move his trunk and speak.
But he doesn't need
to,
Because they already
do.
The orange peels and
paper plates,
Even the sticky
notes--
They illuminate it all.
The shredded strips
of paper tell a story
Among beds of grape soda,
Candy wrappers, and
popped birthday balloons.
The pictures on the
wall need not speak,
Because the trash in
the basket tells all of the secrets.
But the photos are so
intriguing
And the titles so
enticing!
They are covered in
dust.
The trash is changed
daily--
Always new, always
rotting.
The pictures will
never age;
The garbage always
will.
But they will never
know.
They will never
smell the rotting fish,
They will never see
the spaghetti sauce,
They will never
spill opaque liquids on their clothes.
They never will
because they never must.
They must never take
out their trash--
Only throw it in the
basket.
I must.
I must take their
trash.
And the elephant
always watches,
And I always watch
him back.
He is a creature on
the wall.
He will never be in
the basket.
Only the mistakes
will go--
Only the leftovers
And broken parts.
And I erase them.
A new liner for a
new day.
The office doors
open
And they smile.
They see no
leftovers,
No mistakes, no
broken pieces.
They only see the
elephant.
They only see the
framed diplomas.
They only see the
beautiful sunrise.
And they will never
see me.
And we don't see
him.
We ask,
We pray,
And we plea.
We want the trash
gone.
And when our hearts
are clean,
We see the splendor
of the earth.
We have a new liner,
And thus a new
beginning.
He walks around with
trash bags,
Changing liners
every day.
But we are not the
same,
For I visit rooms.
Rooms with photos, whiteboards, and diplomas.
He visits people.
People with
memories, emotions, and intelligence.
But we both take out
the garbage.
Seen by only
elephants,
But asked for by them.
We are thanked by them.
All things are made
clean and new.
Beautiful sis, sorry my name on here is so silly compared to the beauty in your words.
ReplyDeleteYou are wonderful! And thank you :)
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