Triad

The basic triad

was affirmed many,

many years ago, when

my father died.  I was

ten years old.  The triad

of my mother, sister, myself

continues to this tired day.

No geological, geopolitical

separation, even though I

tried spasmodic attempts at

self-exile to weaken or

dismantle the triad.  It is

always the same old older Delphic

Tripod:  our three selves, like

a rainbow blazer.