Memory or Imagination

An Elephant sighting excites me! I lose myself as my eyes become once more, my own. I become a child and remember myself. Nothing in life, on this planet, I have ever experienced or endured, is relevant to this moment, as I approach the Elephant at the River. As I am close, I reach out my hand and touch the side of Her. In a moment, time dissipates, and all of life on earth, thoughts, emotions, and even every memory, are pulled from the crown of my head and my entire body, draining through the soles of my feet into the Earth. I am made pure. The biggest promise of my life has been fulfilled. I am reunited with my Friend. She has already lived to be hundreds and hundreds years old, and she remembers me, in just the 40 years we have been apart. An Elephant has a photographic memory and never forgets. They are very compassionate and emotional.
I don’t remember life. Now, I laugh and coddle her strong legs, as she lifts me up, now I am swinging! My head is to the sky, my chest is open, and I am laughing, never to lose my head. What a reunion this is. A promise kept. A memory cherished. A reunion with my soul. *Omilola