Stars at the Straz
Penelope takes
me to the Opera
of Odysseus, we try
but are in it
then out of it
nodding on & off
like Trojan horses

sleep runs deep,
the symphony is naked
conductor without baton
someone hands him
a yardstick, centi-
meter by centimeter
we slither through
Monteverdi,
inchworms on our
way out of Troy