Written by Jane Ellis Morrow, Jane Trigère’s mother.
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We saw no dolphins all that sunny week.
No sight of dolphins did we seek.
The sapphire seas spread out at our feet,
While we observed the folding peacocks of the mind.
Words and anesthetic tumblers chimed;
Facticity most totally benumber our eyes;
The trite warm sands sifted tired lies.
What if, while the time had lasted,
we had silently put out to sea,
facing the wind and the wonder,
momentarily free? If we had set out on the sea-caps
laughing and all alone, implicitly trusting the dolphins,
would they have brought us safe home?
We never looked for dolphins all that time,
We watched the tired peacocks of the mind.