Maybe one day

Stepping onto the stage
the applause grows
grows louder
now a roar,
a standing ovation.

Curtains wide open
spotlights like stars
only much closer.
Showing perspiration
as the victory chords
ring out in glorious succession
across the auditorium
reverberating, echoing
dancing—in tandem
with the cheers and claps
a victorious couple,
entwined, a cosine and sine,
soaking up the crowd
the atmosphere,
the joy.

Suddenly—a snap.
And silence.

Stadium, gone.
No yelling,
no standing,
no longer.

Back to reality
reality of real life.
Maybe one day, says father,
hand on my shoulder.