after listening to Haydn’s Mass in Time of War at Symphony Hall
We’re happier than we were ever meant to be.
Did you ever think of that?
In the lobby, hair combed and hands washed,
we’re ready for our matinee performance.
Later, with our eyes wide and our legs colt-fresh,
we’ll step out to the rainwash that splashes
streetlight shine and headlight beams
to the star-scoured, moon-polished kettle of night.
Others will follow, fashion clothes pressed
and shoes shined, to fill this waiting room again.