The
Sands of Lost Time
I
saw an elephant graveyard yesterday
morning
on social media. Well, not really;
but
real enough for me, being the poet
that
I am who sees beyond the mundane
images
of life into a whole new symbolic
reality
of meaning. Retired men and women
laying
lifeless in the cooling shade of big
umbrellas
on a Florida beach waiting for
the
happy hour and evening meal, passing
the
tedious days away as their aging bodies
allow
them; not unlike elephants who sense
their
death is near, so legend has it, migrate
to
that mythical place where the tusks
and
bones of their ancestors lay
in
the sands of lost time.
Composed
in Tiny Beaches,
Georgian
Bay, Southcentral, Ontario
Tuesday,
March 25, 2025
