We go inside and sit down,
They turn all the lights out,
we look up at a flat screen
and that screen becomes a window 
or a magic mirror we walk through 
to other worlds, to other people, 
to stories other than our own
or remind us of our own. 

Those stories take us outdoors
or confine us in shadowy rooms,
they are a series of exteriors 
and interiors through which people 
move in and out of each other’s lives. 
Their faces loom so large and up close 
and their dreams and nightmares 
become our dreams and nightmares.
 
We ride on their horses with them, 
we laugh with them and at them, 
we share their breaking hearts, 
we savor their stolen kisses 
and their unexpected deaths 
and darkness hides our tears 
from all those crying around us, 
all enclosed in solitude.