1
When the long predicted storm
turned rain to snow at last,
Elmo the squirrel came out to play.
His happy heart danced
across the snow, leapt from limb
to limb, bounded up and down
the tree trunks like a spirit free…
I think Elmo loves this world;
I want to love it, too.
2
But the dark human hierarchy
forces our labor for money,
and the joy is repressed
under a dark curse.
We know more how to hate
than we do how to dance.
Freedom from that knowledge
is Elmo’s great gift.
3
Yet Elmo loves this world!
I know that gift when I look outside,
see him leaping, and smile.
That smile is the hundred-mile antidote.
His play is my joy, and you know…
Smiles come from joy.
Leaping! Leaping! Elmo is leaping again!
Pay attention today. Look for Elmo.
He may have the healing you need.
— Anthony Signorelli