The Stage beckons but I hold my place with the Shadows
Of dark-corner-ebony-haze Standing on the Brink of Oblivion
Amid the billowing dance of those old velvet curtains of Coincidence.
And the Shadows jump to a wall and leave me Standing
In a Drama I didn’t rehearse for – trying to remember learning lines
Or the Name of the Play
as I contemplate Performance and Gravity
And kick off my Strings again Today.