Listening to the Trout / Poem by Aprilia Zank

Poem by Aprilia Zank
 
 
Listening to the Trout
 
listening to The Trout
in a hospital room
with Father gliding inexorably
into his corner of eternity
and Jacqueline on the cello
sparkling as ever
in her glamorous blue robe –
gone so early
gone so senselessly
 
what are we here for after all
it can’t be only
to have to leave
spitting out bits of heart
after meandering
through trials and errors
 
Jacqueline left untimely
but she fills this antiseptic room
with the exuberance of the trout
celebrating being
in clear cold waters
 
and Father
lying there
fragile
like a miniature human
carved in an eggshell
treasured in memories
of panpipes, verdicts, train tickets,
maps, tiny wood churches
 
what are we here for after all
since you can’t ignore
this woeful longing
in the vivacity of a playful trout
tuned to chords
by yet another one gone too early
 
it is getting dark outside
turning to grey
this dreary room
this dreary hour
this unexpected snow
in the merry month of May.

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