Poetry Time Elephant Visit I woke to find a familiar weight on my chest It pressed and crushed the air from my lungs, Shredding and shattering something inside; I felt the crackle and the sharp stab in my heart. My chin drops, I glance down at my chest To see the familiar grey, wrinkled foot The ivory toes spread across my chest. As my eyes travelled upwards, our eyes met Hers full of regret, remorse, sympathy, empathy... ...Sorrow. Mine full of the awestruck knowing, it has come. Yes Grief , the elephant, visited me again And I do not feel angry... this time. I saw Grief's compassion Her eyes spoke to me " I am sorry, but you must go through this ." It made me think of the dentist, having recently been... Does she, hands loaded with syringe and tray full of tools, Does she say to herself: " I am sorry, but you must go through this " Just before entering the abyss? Yes Grief, the elephant, visited me again. Though her stay was quite brief The ache of my lung...