Trio Sonata
By Nancy Baenziger
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Wolf Moon Good evening, your Excellence. We meet again after all those years of constant companionship, your shadow gracing our table, your voice at the door, night and day. The inner vision of hollow eyes and sunken cheeks, the footsteps of fear circling us endlessly in the snow, were your legacy for growing up thin inside. Joking that our lot were always cold was not to laugh, but a tacit nod to your presence on the path going forward, waiting behind every tree to say, Ah let us prey. Border Patrol Our precious Caliban does not come when called anymore. That which we cultivated in such unyielding devotion has now turned on us. How is obedience such a price for the gift of life? We have set his little feet on the path of righteousness and he but stirs up the dust in defiance. We speak to him in reasoned tones of that which is done and he but pipes his dissonances screaming into our ears, and we can but bewail the ledger unbalanced. Border Crossing Now shall thine Ariel spread his shining wings. They’ve been flight-tested some and proven true; a final pebble tossed into the springs from which welled up what felt like love to you. A set of rippling sad concentric rings has blurred my face in your distorted view. Self-pitying waves wash vainly on the shore; no battered soul now waits there with bowed head. To make me what you thought you’d made me for, My heart’s been set upon and left for dead too many times—what’s left is nothing more than grieving silence, all that can’s been said. So tarry then and take the Fool with thee; I can do nothing more than set you free. |
