every day
she watches
for royalty
her moments ruled
waiting
for the tiny golden crown
this is her plan
to be so small
in her focus
so lessened in her being
she might
elide all the world’s turnings
circumnavigations
into a single
lustrous
orbit
through which
she might slip
and tell a story different
than the one she knows
of
graceless silence
and
elephants aflame