One/Another

Things are almost

Over

Performance wraps,

hushed halls,

one act closes.

Or rather:

things are just

beginning.

What is left to do?

What is left to ask?

Things appear fine:

A calm, icy surface —

crystalline, fragile.

Are they?

Beneath that surface,

everything’s freaked out,

insecure, neurotic,

emotional.

Unraveled.

What is right to do?

What is right to say?

One act closes,

another surface cracks.

Everything.

Anything.

One thing.

Over. Under.

Beginning. End.