the audience

each day the curtain opens
and we get into character
rushing from scene to scene
self-made movie stars on screen

watching silently
in the darkened theater
are ancient trees
beneath a starry ceiling

high in the back row is the moon
smiling at our love scenes
and slap-stick flicks
clapping at our car chases, explosions

“the special effects are incredible”
whispers the blushing moon
the only words spoken
in ten thousand years

the trees nod
all is quiet and still
cell phones have been silenced
in the audience.