I remember the days of stage
and the wrestling with bodies through space,
and the script and imagination in play
in the forming and contorting to produce
a performance for an audience to see.
And it was a game with rules
that everyone knew but never said,
with agents as creators, as egos
playing their spoken and unspoken parts in this
battle of wills and power displays
that went on till performance and then beyond
in the pain of learning lines and learning each other
I recall the making of the play and the highs
when all went well in the crucible of the audience
and the lows of lost lines and dead crowds that
is the season that begins and ends with
the entrance on the stage to face this
living and breathing heaven and hell.
30/10/2017