Neglected Prodigy

Ron Koppelberger

Neglected Prodigy

The maneuver was an unadorned rite of harmless absolution. He was beneath the reverberating inspiration of intense disagreement. The truth was that the measure of wisdom in blunders of rambling sanatorium guard were calculated to route one’s spirit and estimated sense of balance. The brotherhood of construed illusion and bare fact were notions for the doctors and technicians. He simply presented the earnest indicator of error. He depended upon the social interaction that would come at 2:30 P.M., the definable concord with kindred spirits, the commingling of essence in fervid whispers, a mortal commune.
At 2:30 his essay was in collapse. He was still in his padded cell awaiting the stream of group therapy. In worship he paraded for the custodian, the nurse that would lead him to the garden and the others. Where was the guard, it was 2:30.……still waiting he thought. The rare wine awaited him, the restoration of soul and spirit, the resolution to alien touch and primal resilience.
Finally, at 3:00 P.M. the nurse arrived. Opening the door he led the gorilla to the garden, in proffered apology he handed a banana to him as a peace offering.
He loved the bright yellow fruit and the company of the garden.