Watching people coming into the auditorium, sitting,
waiting for the performance to begin here at the
college.
Expecting a great time here with my Granddaughter in
attendance, whiling away the time, listening to music
and writing poetry.
One poem after another flowing into this poetry journal,
keeping my mind awakened and aware of what is going on,
someone announcing the beginning of the show now.
Lights dimming, stage still empty, yet the band is still
playing, intense and delightful, rushing into mind, now
people are coming onto the stage dancing and singing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem