I stand upon the stage
Protecting anyone who may enter
I don’t want them to fall
To be hurt walking off the stage
Literally – walking off the stage –
I am one – a solitary light
With no companion except
A darkened theater
Though some believe
Ghosts roam the seats
And the catwalks
I’ve never seen them –
A lonely task but
I execute my mission
Every night without
Breaking my resolve
Because it’s temporary –
During performances
Or rehearsals
I sit in a corner
And allow
My tired wires to rest –
And every night
My light shines bright
Watching over my stage
And theater –
There is no business
Like mine
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 