The Slanting of the Light
You left them sitting in a room,
Backstage, behind a closed door,
For years,
Waiting for it to open
And for you to come back in
Larger than life - spotlight, drum roll –
ta-dah!
With an invitation to the reunion;
Or perhaps they were hoping
For something small:
For a supplicant’s tentative knock,
For something to rouse them
From the stupor of sour memory,
For some good reason to cross the floor,
To ask who’s there, to open the door,
To set the dust motes aflight,
To change the slanting of the light.
But no one ever knocked
And the light remained unbent,
Unbending.
And now the door is locked,
And the room is empty and unaired,
Filled with music - no one has ever heard -
To announce the happy ending.
