A world where walls collapse
to wings, stage left and stage right.
Lights obscure the watchers who
become, collectively, a seated sun.
We warm to you and make offerings,
raise our hearts from their sheathings.
Exposed in the repose of a curve
or twist that turns to fate. A flub
integrates like coarse salt finely ground
into ocean pulsing from the marley
floor. We are swept by purling currents
repeatedly, hurled into place to balance
on pinnacles of rock. Devoted to landing
without calcifying, our poses refashioned
by another surge through the floorboards.
Ovation is dawn rising upon us.
Your applause echoes within the shells
of our bodies well after curtain calls.