I keep going back
to the elephant in the dark,
seeing deeply the universal tent
bedimmed and the elephant ubiquitous;
not as a revelation
but the truth of ignorance,
getting a whiff of it, seeing
my fingers blindly grope
while the promise of me
standing eagle-eyed in some golden dawn
is just as false. This dark narrowness
cannot be relieved, escaped or removed
without destroying the tent,
the elephant and just who I am.
O child of God, darkness is not answered
by seeing through your fingers.