I Return to Poetry

When the show is over,
The lights are turned off,
And the crowds have gone home,

When the stage has been swept,
And the lighters are put away,
I return to poetry.

I return my words to notebooks,
My voice to the sunrise,
My hands to the flowers.

I do not cry, or stir, or smile.
I let the pedestal fall,
And stand in the ruins.

I look at the rubble,
Wipe the dust from my face,
And return to poetry.