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SIREN OF THE SEA--PLACEMENT

By Adolph  Caso

(Dedicated to Marianne)

1.

Having hung

The heavy silver statue

Of a beautiful mermaid

At an appropriate spot--

Under

The wide over-hanging roof

Of my house--

I stood watching

Its diving forward positions,

From one side or another according

As directed by the wind.

Friends and relatives--

Watching through the kitchen window

Or in full daylight outside the house,

Were mesmerized

In viewing the flowing elegance

Of that Siren.

Regardless,

I was not convinced

On its stability in that location.

In looking for another more secure spot,

I saw this abandoned hook

At the extreme corner of the wide eaves

Under which,

Scattered rose-branches

Danced aimlessly--

Suspended in space.

With difficulty, due to degenerative pain

Of octogenarians—a real octo,

I lifted the heavy statue from its present position,

And diligently placed its line

Into the hook under the corner eave--

By myself

And

Always,

Precariously off balance.

With an awkward effort

And between one groan after another,

I managed to lift the mermaid to the right position.

Finally, seeing it floating as if in free fall,

I directed her head slanted forward to the ground.

As if diving,

She came to a complete stop.

What a sight!

Her silver color shined forth

As if the light

From the morning sun

Were destined

To give life

To her body,

Only!

Seeing the Siren

Precariously swinging to the wind,

I sought help to give stability

To the unstable hook-up

(I know my physical limitations).

Having eaten a pound

Of their grandmother’s pasta,

Together with more than twelve meatballs,

I enjoined Rudy and Douglas--

Robust young men,

Who,

Quickly,

And without hesitation,

Succeeded in attaching the line,

Properly secured to the hook.

Now,

Stable,

The siren gently turned with the wind.

While below, the rose branches

Danced,

Freely,

To the rhythm of their own music.

The morning after, to my amazement,

One of the rose branches

Found its way between the arms of the Siren

With leaves right in front of her face:

Her eyes stared into the leaves   

While its nose sought

The aroma

To emanate from a rose bud about to bloom.

Two entities:

One inanimate,

The other organic,

In a most unlikely symbiosis--

Possible only

If I were projecting my own face

Into a statue made from metal.

In a few days,

The symbiosis realized itself:

Directly in front of the Siren’s face,

A small red rose opened its red petals

To my real joy.

It was a sight to behold!

The Siren had come alive:.

The symbiosis fulfilling itself!