The One and Only Ivan

” I think for awhile. It’s hard to put into words. Gorillas are not complainers. We’re dreamers, poets, philosophers, nap takers.”

The One and Only Ivan

Finally, I took it upon myself to read this book. Despite it being a quick read, it was an emotional journey. The emotions itself were raw and powerful. They shook me. I cried for Julia. I felt Ivan’s rage as he beated his chest, over and over again. Inspired by a true story of a gorilla in captivity, this story explores the power of friendship, identity, and creativity.

An Ode

Wind,

Your serenade makes the leaves twirl about,

Twirling and twirling and twirling

As if their feet just can’t stop dancing,

The blades of grass running across the ground,

In mindful chatter,

As if time is of the essence.

Where are you all off to?

With outstretched arms, trees reach up to be caressed,

Their fingers barely clasping around your tresses,

Their brittle branches falling off here and there,

You move on.

You move on, your voice bellowing,

Brushing up against windows, tapping on wooded floors,

Knocking over garbage cans and garden swings,

Whipping up hair, hats, and people.

They barely stood a chance.

Is this finally the start of Spring?

Hardly. Snow is on its way.