Nova and I were girls again—we must
have been no more than seven years old.
We danced playfully around a bonfire on
the lake, keeping ourselves from the cold.
I felt so complete and at home
with my twin counterpart by my side.
“Why don’t you ever see elephants hiding
in trees,” I asked, but no one replied.
I turned to Nova, but she had disappeared,
and I found myself suddenly and painfully alone—
until I looked down to where she once stood to find a
graceful egret bird who spoke to me in a calming tone.
“I can see you’re feeling lost and stuck
and are searching for some kind of release.
Your world has been shaken, and there
is no justice—there is no peace.
But what disturbances are made will always
find their way back to a balanced state.
Scientists call this the Equilib
