The Arena has become an aviary.
As we walk along the narrow corridor
into the auditorium, the sound
of eight and half thousand young voices
all chattering simultaneously
with wonder overwhelms us like a blast
of tropical heat, like a wall of bird song.
The music starts, the house lights go down.
In unison, as they begin to sing
‘Ode to Joy’, each one of the thousands
of song birds switches on a white, bright beam,
which shimmers and waves,
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS
FOOTSTEPS
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS
FOOTSTEPS
THE PRICE OF FISH AND THE VALUE OF NOTHING