Events, daily or otherwise, are
connected solely by the struggle to
maintain a consistent identity.
They themselves are innocent.
When they reached the airport there was a strong northwestern wind blowing. Morgan and Psalm can hear a faint voice coming from within the loading dock. As they step out of the truck and move closer to the voice Morgan can see that it’s Zach working on a forklift and Morgan calls out, “Zachariah!”
“Is that you Morgan?” Zach replies, “I’m in here…Jonah with ya?”
“I mean Psalm, sorry.”
“Yeah… Psalm would you grab the invoice, Zach’s in here working on the forklift.”
“Damn this thing!”
“Broken down again ay Zach?”
“Just some loose wiring, would you hand me that screwdriver.”
As Morgan hands him the screwdriver, Psalm walks in.
“Hey Psalm, how are ya, any news from Nantucket?”
Zach and Psalm share a hometown in Massachusetts.
“Not really… they’re all looking forward to your visit.”
“Me too, it’s been a while… well that should do it.”
Zach hands the keys to Morgan.
“Would you give it a try Morgan, I’m just gonna keep an eye on these wires and make sure nothing burns.”
The forklift starts.
“Well there we go, let’s getcha loaded up.”
“I’ll take the sides off the truck.”
Morgan runs to the truck, Psalm follows slowly with Zach close behind on the forklift, now carrying a metal shipping container.
“Sure is windy today!”
“Yeah it is!”
Psalm suddenly starts reciting Shakespeare:
“Have fear: the island is full of noises,
sounds and sweet airs that give delight may cause harm.
Sometimes a thousand jangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that, when waked,
I cried to dream again.” *
“Excuse me?” says Zach.
“What was that all about?” from Morgan.
“It’s Shakespeare,” replied Psalm.
“I know that but…”
“I’m Caliban,” said Psalm.
“Ok, whatever you say.”
Morgan looked to Zach as he threw the last box on the truck.
“Well there you go, all loaded up.”
“Thanks Zach… I guess we all know our Shakespeare,” Morgan said with an incredulous look on his face.
“Hey tell Aristotle hello for me and tell him I’m not sure what to make of this “Dinner with Trimalchio,” it’s nearly two-thousand-years-old but strangely current. Kinda strange… Romans… the fall…
Zach hands Morgan the book and Psalm freezes.
… he’ll know what I mean.”
“Easy Psalm,” Morgan says, “remember what William Blake said about the wayfaring Christian, not my dad but the poet… you can’t stay cloistered… you have to move in the world… your beliefs have to be tested.
Psalms pupils turn black.
“See you in church tonight Zach,” Psalm says, struggling to speak.
“Yeah, maybe,” replies Zach.
“Maybe?” questions Psalm.
* from William Shakespeare’s The Tempest, Act III, scene ii, Caliban