Curtain Call

The curtains are closed on the windows to our souls

The same recycled air

Drab with callous routine

And repetitive imperviousness

But you have shoved back the dusty drapery

Floating particles drifting down like antique confetti

You let the light in

And it’s blindingly beautiful

The brilliance drawing the dark world around you

And I observe from the outside

Like a feral feline without a home

Wondering what it would be like to live inside your light