by Elizabeth McGinn on May 6, 2021
Poetry
Bright, silent, daunting
Central to my narrowing vision.
The floorboards of all things taunting
My stare returning with derision.
Every seat with its front bare
No staring heads in sight
None but those that at me glare
Basked in blinding light.
Should I try to glance?
Dare I take that chance?
One with pad and pen
One with eyes so stern
Best to look back again
No, not heartburn!
Something was said
Is that the cue?
No only dread
One, two
Go!
GO!