Haibun
Phantoms of the
Theatre
The last rumble of
voices fades out with the lights. The theatre hall plunges into
a muted anticipation of the unknown.
silence in
darkness—
a
few
rows
behind
coughing
During the interval,
a feast of ringtones resounds through the foyer. Whereas the
large mirrors, spanning each wall of the spacious restroom,
capture the images of all who pass by.
in the mirror
my reflection
in the mirror
my reflection
in the mirror
my reflection
in the mirror
The restroom seems
to stretch along the line of successive reflections deep into
the mirrors. The third bell, inviting to the last act of the
play, ceases this micro time travel within the framework of
lights.
I smile
to myself
from the past
to myself
I smile
