Performance 

In days when different rituals

prevailed and howling storms

were on my repertoire to make

bedtime a theatrical event, we

staged worlds that paved the

way to face the real one which

mirrors openness and gaiety

to protect you from its squalls.

Now you are out there, and

my role done, I still close the

curtains of your room at eight -

occasionally, I protrude my lips

and put cupped hands over my

mouth, hoping that, when winds

pick up, you are safe and sound,

and will do well.