truth

the dream was on a loop. every night i walked beside an elephant, a small round indian elephant. through jungles or on dirt tracks, we paced together as friends. during the days the dream continued to play and it seemed that i would see elephants everywhere. in carvings, on signs, in writings or in the clouds; elephants. i wondered what it meant. i asked a friend who informed me that the elephant was simply my truth. 'very powerful answer' i thought. 'but it's an answer that means nothing' i went to the zoo and sketched the elephants, everything about them. the details of their long eyelashes, the creases behind their knees, the wire wool of their tails. for six weeks this owned me. then the dreams stopped, but still i wonder; what did the elephants mean?