“Daydreams,” New Era, Aug. 1991, 21



    I was walking home

    from school, but now

    I’m walking onto

    an empty stage

    where houselights dim

    and a spotlight

    shines down on me?

    Or someone who resembles

    me, thinner somehow and

    more confident than I—

    A dancer in satin white,

    her sinewy silhouette

    posed in perfect elegance.

    The music starts,

    slowly gathering strength,

    and she leaps and pirouettes

    into space and time.

    Homeward bound,

    I climb the stairs

    to the porch

    but just before entering,

    I pause to address

    the applauding audience

    and take a bow.