The illusionist makes wide sweeping gestures
walks across the stage and back again
all the while he produces the magic
he is well known for.
There is a moment in the performance
when I’m lost in the show, don’t see
the strings or mirrors, don’t care about
the trick. He smiles.
I try to stay in the moment but the spell
is broken. I see him through the fog,
no magic, no special powers, just a man
of subterfuge and lies.
