We think of a circus
as the largest probability
we can know—until we see the tail
of the elephant in front of us,
and because this tail is
as blinkered as the sea, which
is not blinkered at all,
it wiggles away when the parade is over.
We think of the ocean as being free
of our conceptions, tangible or not.
We think as water thinks of the sunshine:
it is a part of us, it shines through us,
but it is not us, not at all.
We think it is the elephant, asleep or not,
who kept performing, despite his hindsight.