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| cottonbro studio |
Prompt
As if you could say goodbye
to the same person
in the same moment
like a scene from a play
recurring at regular intervals
but with different actors
or talk from both sides
of the Event Horizon
surrounding a black hole
destined to swallow us—
Booya Booya
the offstage hotshot whispers
gesturing like shooing a fly.
It’s his duty to remind us
who we are playing
and where we are this time
in a script
we never memorized.
We go where we are told
in the places marked
which we never noticed
in the shadows that guide us
wary steppers
whose feet fit perfectly
where light must be.
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| Stan Sanvel Rubin |
Stan Sanvel Rubin’s poems have appeared in numerous US magazines as well as in China, Canada, Belgium, India, and Ireland. Four full-length collections include Hidden Sequel (Barrow Street Poetry Book Prize) and There. Here. (Lost Horse Press). He lives on the North Olympic Peninsula of Washington.
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