Here I wait downstage
to reassure you.
There will come an evening
when in the black boxes
Lekos will shine,
actors will speak –
or perhaps a dog or thunder.
Songs will rise.
It’ll be a surprise:
stories told through action never before seen, or seen a zillion times before.
Live. Flawless.
They’ll breath, and we with them.
© 2020 Ann Firestone Ungar.
First published in MAINTENANT 15 (Three Rooms Press)
