Starlight

Even though there is cigarette smoke

smell and Citroen candle smell

and even though the old people on our

left are chattering like drunken demented

monkeys and behind us is a mother

with her little kids all squealing

and squawking and tumbling

all over the place the stars, the stars

are still high up above shining quietly like

normal minding their own business as

the music from Itzhak Perlman’s

incredible violin and the accompanying

orchestra pushes out from the stage

and floats over us bathing us in

something otherworldly and divine

like the starlight above.

Michael Estabrook