Poetry

... High Theater

a glowing windy night
full of moonlight
on water

now covered by clouds,
small, billowy things
here and there

casting mauves,
many silvery grays,
schools of golden fish

darting briefly into and out
of existence
but always and more

until their scene ends.
winds change everything
and now the clouds leave

only the alders
against the sky and moon,
great slanting poles

with their leaves gone
as seen from backstage

... by Barbara Wolf (2005)