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)