"Hiding In The Theater" by G.H. Mosson

Rows of naked faces—no one sees me now—

absorbed before the actors, titillated by tragedy,

while I’m safe in Row 25, you in Row 24,

another single ticket holder I noticed in the lobby.

What a performance! I’m squirming in my seat,

having become a wave, now sweeping back to shore.

One day, might we meet? I’ll drop a playbill by your feet.

You’ll reach. Hands bump. Seconds lagoon. Say hi in the eddy.

G.H. Mosson is the author of six poetry collections, including Singing the Forge (David Robert Books, May 2025), Family Snapshot as a Poem in Time (Finishing Line Press 2019), and Questions of Fire (2009). His poetry has appeared in The Tampa Review, The Potomac Review, California Quarterly, and Smartish Pace. In the past, he reviewed poetry for The Broadkill Review. For more, seek www.ghmosson.com.