I'm standing upright, pinned against my seat,
Not daring to project across my row,
As two brim-full wine goblets splash the feet
Next door to mine. The goblets keep in tow
A pair of merry patrons of the arts,
Unsteadily advancing, who let wine
Drip high and low and, as the play restarts,
Inch past an apprehensive human line
That knows the modern curse of getting spilled
On in an auditorium. A glass
Remained inside the foyer space when filled
In theatres of yore: the narrow pass
Upstairs was dry – but now I must take care;
My wellies have become essential wear!