Poem
When Strangers' Eyes Peer into the Magic
Alexander Androv
Translated from the Bulgarian · Когато чужди очи надничат в магията
“Am I interrupting?”
The question freezes in the air.
And the whole stage empties.
Time begins to flow again.
The magic will wait.
The actors will try again,
some time.
Some time when the air
swells ripe with enchantment.
The faces wear
an empty, hurried look.
“Am I interrupting?”
No. Not anymore.