A Circular Fable [blank verse]
The Cirque du Soleil has moved in next door!
who would believe it?
"My window overlooks the circus" said Ulrike
when I'd asked her location
so I could drop off the biochemical diagram
I'd constructed in chemdraw
is this how the cosmos is ushering me away
from my present position?
the circus is in residence for a month and on Monday
I plan to submit
to human resources (before exiting stage left)
my letter of resignation
this reminds of the evening Bill Clinton paid a visit
to our building in the old days
we'd only just arrived in this fancy 12-story
a month or two earlier
it must have been summer next door at the erstwhile
convention center (now parking lot)
the Prez (new-elected) was doing a big fundraiser
Whitney Houston was singing
while down in our inner courtyard the Saxophone Club
was fronted by Kenny G
"I taught him everything he knows" quipped William
in innocent comedy
just moments ago I was watching Alam Khan
on YouTube expounding
the rudiments of playing the sarod Alam Khan!
the scion of Ali Akbar
I remember this lad as a 5-year-old tyke
his mother after all
went to high school together with my sister in Spokane
back in the '70s
time's flying in this Circus of the Sun Lord knows
high time I repaired me
to India to study the melodious trapeze
for the circus has snared me
meanwhile today comes news Ravi Shankar's
in a San Diego hospital
the twentieth century is arriving at its close
at last in this autumn
"those who are alone now will remain alone"
quoth Rilke rose-shadowed
I listen and listen to what's probably a thumri
a friend it sent by email
I recall neither the singer nor the raag but the saranghi
and the bandish win me over
I'd regale you with the history of everything were I able
it's a circular fable
In case the physical lay of the land (alluded to in the first two stanzas) is unclear: the old Washington Convention Center was, a couple years ago, torn down and replaced by a (perhaps temporary) parking lot. On this parking lot (in the middle of downtown DC), the circus has now made its month-long camp. The President (in the anecdote of stanza 2) bopped between the larger gathering (at the Convention Center) and a smaller gathering (in the inner lobby of our office building); the latter was hosted by a group styling themselves the Saxophone Club, comprised of yuppies eager to support Clinton's bid for a second term. This saxophone theme (or schtick) was bolstered by the presence of the light-jazz/new-agey Kenny G. A big video monitor was also installed -- hence we listened to Whitney Houston (next door) while continuing to ply our trade as word processors (with a view of the inner courtyard from the word processing center).
Regarding Pandit Ravi Shankar, an NDTV.com report indicates his condition is stable.