The Celadon Room

 
To conduct this orchestra he will need help
He feels around blindly for the heaviest pen

There are empty colorful candy wrappers in the desk
His eyes are softly closed and her gentle mouth is open

He stares at the small pile of tobacco and rolls a cigarette
The computer screens glow green making the room celadon

I feel unsafe
She is alone

An orange cat is sleeping on the dirty laundry
The dogs are out hunting in the nearby woods

There is a man walking on the sidewalk
His hands are in his pockets
The police say he is dangerous

The signal is given
There is an absence of darkness
The menu means nothing

There are no second choices in this performance
How he contracted malaria is still under investigation

The waters remain untouched
The falling rain enriches the trees

The camera focus on a single silver water droplet
The backdrop is a blacker undertaking than night

The water becomes a ringing phone interrupting sex
A shooting star moves across the blackening backdrop

A young boy is holding the hand of his mother
As they are walking in a well-groomed garden

A spotlight falls over them, illuminating the pair
They look in the mirror hoping to see themselves looking back