Ganesh

in the dream I rode slumped and dozing
bareback on the elephant. how I got there
feels beside the point: the skin like an old warm
glove heart thumping in my ear a sound like a
basketball dribbled in an empty gymnasium.
how light the burden of my body which I could barely
carry from room to room day to day without
dragging gouges through the carpet leaving an
unfinished array in my wake. and perhaps you
too have been lifted once or twice when your feet
evaporated and your heart melted like
salt and if so did you ever like I think how
everything all of it kneels to lift everything the way
the sun stoops on the horizon and hoists the blue
blanket sky over us all sans complaint sigh
did you ever think how everything bows
to everything each link in chain borne by
the next right down to atoms covalent
in their love for bearing carrying the form
absolute on their pinpoint electron zithered
backs and so when next the elephant arrives
for you respiring with lungs like a moon-sized drums
will you wonder how silly how foolish it is to
stand on your pride when the mountain itself
exalts in stooping?