The promise of me

A palm leaf (The promise of me) 

I keep going back
to that elephant in the dark
 
for proof and knowledge
of my own ignorance,
 
getting a whiff of it, blindly groping
as I shout to my cohorts  
 
my obvious and yet erroneous conclusions.
Is it like a spear . . . or a rope?
 
A tree trunk or a palm leaf?
This dark narrowness in which I find myself
 
can only be removed by divine intervention –
a slow expansion of my field of perception
 
or an obliteration of it – destroying the tent,
the elephant and just who I am.
 
O child of God, darkness is not dispelled
by peeking between your fingers.