April Anthology 2016: Waiting room

(before my younger sister's senior recital)

I’m sitting in a sunbeam,
Waiting for your music to begin—
Waiting for the waiting room to come to an end,
The curtains to rise, and a new act to begin.

I’m listening to the footfalls in a long hall,
And the echoes of the actors on before your curtain call.
I see stars upon your shoulders,
Silver hidden in your hair,
The feast not yet ready
And the table bare—
But
We’ve brought you a sunset in a vase
To light up the evening at your place.