
POEM BY KATERINA ANGHELAKI ROOKE
STAGING
I feel like the stage director of my agony
leading actor in the one-act play of stress
but who’s the playwright?
Who wrote this play
with such wrongly written acts
and who’s hiding behind the curtain
who won’t see Him when he comes down?
Yet the imaginary playwright
had imagined everything
even the moment
when the lights of the soul dim
and the stage empties
now resembling a blank page