On Stage
(for Dominic)
in the insect play
you became
no longer Dominic
but in your delight
an evil fly
uncanny timing
in your flyness.
a Dickens underworld
a bright eyed batman
a summer buzz,
witnessing yourself on the ceiling
one hundred percent fly.
in your black T shirt
and eye-lined largeness
you hovered around us
and caught the audience
and your father
in your sticky fingers
and your transparent wings.
August 2003