Isolated Fashion Week

 
 
 
Catwalk lit
staged in  
vibrant  
colour
 
Dressing room silenced  
Make up, hair, wardrobe,
and shoes
 
Her stride floats through
the center spot-light
following her posture
through light fog
 
in deafening silence
 
Every seat in the house
exiled to extreme solitude
of darkness
 
Stop, pose
remembering the  
pause
for applause
 
met in the echo
of nothing
just an extreme depth
of never-ending space
 
Leaves the stage with grace
 
The tabloids called it
"The Best Performance To Date"
 
No one guessed  
an empty room  
would contribute
successful fate
 
The population  
is whispering
"How great!"