Once in a dream
you played with me,
once very long ago.
You were small and white
flapping ears of pink
a little Prince
tumbling fresh
leaving the water
where your family played.
And I, in my long summer skirt
walking along the shore
picking shells and pebbles
from the salted sand
until . . . I heard you splash.
There I stood
caught between my dream and waking
delighting in your merry gestures
as you pranced and wobbled
your little trunk reaching
for the tip of my skirt
in playfulness, tugging at my heartstrings.
You came to me, Elephant Child,
in twilight's sleep
telling me of things to come
and not to fear, but just imagine
what my world could be
if dreams came true.
Joanne Cucinello
