“All life’s a stage

and all the men and women merely players”

Many thanks to Shakespeare

 

I’d like to be the director or

the producer, script writer,

music consultant, costume designer,

stage manager, or anything else:

If

If it would take me of this stage forever!

Forever?

 

Not really –

I like the stage

I like the spotlight and the glory

I like the audience applauding, laughing

laughing at every sharp, funny comment

 

I hate the audience laughing

Laughing at every stupid damn mistake I make

Forgetting my words

Losing direction

Running into the enemy every time a sword is drawn

(When I should have been watching from the balcony)

 

How the hell must I know what’s going on

I can’t analyse the piece when I’m on stage!

I want to be in control

making decisions

about events,

places,

times.

 

But somewhere out there

in the undefined, unknown

Someone beyond our comprehension

is writing the script

directing

building large, extravagant stages –

scenes filled with beauty

grass, lakes, water

AND all the damn thunderstorms

hale, lightning

noise

pollution

war

and an unending list of plagues

 

But, I write my own lines,

my own movements.

I even get to dress myself.

 

And, I never know what the next scene is going to be

not even WHERE it’s going to be,

but I trust the Director

I know my producer has saved me

and I know my scriptwriter will lead me through every scene.

 

And I will act.

Act until the curtain drops over me.

And I will join in the audience.