Eleanor and Elsa

Eleanor was the sensible sister, Elsa's word
contemptuously, with quiet rage, that someone
could be so down-to-earth, so unflappable,
so jolly even, and so blind to the invisible,
 
the living air around, and be the sensible one.
Elsa was a true tragedienne, 
driven by fierce winds, inner and outer,
 fighting for her truth at every turn;

so when Eleanor's brain went Elsa in heaven
sighed in triumph.  When Eleanor forgot
whom she was talking to and what about
and asked to be forgiven,

Elsa felt touched and willing to forgive.
And when she said things like "I've lost my identity,"
and "I don't see why I should go on living,"
as if to say "I've lost my dentures,"

whatever passed for Elsa then
stepped from a low cloud, 
embraced her foolish sister
and took her by the hand back home again.