I was walking along the beach and could feel the sea
tickling my toes as I made my way
down the coast on the silky beige sand.
I looked up and saw the warm sun,
still some time before it would go down,
but then on my right, I saw an elephant.
Where did he come from, this elephant?
It gazed toward me, then towards the sea.
The heavy feet walked down,
stumping my way.
We shared a curious look under the sun,
as the giant walked closer to me on the bright sand.
I walked slowly from the water over to the dry sand,
looking in the eyes of this kind elephant.
Its skin was dry from all the years in the sun,
no wonder it ached for a swim in the cool sea.
My new friend made his way
closer to the water, his feet sinking down.
He turned his head around and looked down
to me. I followed him to the moist sand,
and was happy to find he did not walk away.
I stood next to the calm elephant
as he flapped his ears. We looked toward the sea,
bathing in the warmness of the Thai afternoon sun.
An hour or so had passed, I thought, from the look of the sun.
The elephant had moved on down
to dip its belly in the refreshing turquoise sea.
I walked along the sand
to go for a swim with the playful elephant.
I swam towards him, then away, back again and then away.
After some time, the elephant made his way
out of the water; soon it was time for the setting of the sun.
I climbed on the back of my friend, the elephant,
together we moved on down
on the mixture of wet and dry sand,
taking in the sounds of the humming sea.
Looking back to that day with my elephant in the sun,
I never saw my friend again, though I returned down to the sand.
The sea kept the secret of my encounter, the one I will remember always.