3. Danny’s artistic response to The Cherry Orchard: As a writer Roots We are like an iceberg Only revealing a tenth of our size The rest is hidden beneath the surface Spiraling in the twisted maze that is our roots These cornerstones of stability Have been pounded deep into the soil Like nails They are buttressing your circus tent Preventing the storm that is brewing From finally ruining your Never-ending show But mama, My body is growing thirsty It begs to be quenched with the rain And I am tired of this diet Of cotton candy and peanuts Open the canopy and let it pour My mud-stained petticoats and I Will invite you to dance By the beat of the thunder We will undo the nailing of roots Ancestor by ancestor And someday seek their forgiveness in paradise While we all feast on the lost blossoms Your big top must fall, mama Or we will soon all be painted as clowns Let us see these nails of the past As fodder to build a nest for the future A home of more substance than this mess of awning And may the anchor of that future Be the root of Grisha Who is still the sharpest nail And still constant in it’s piercing