Cueless


I stand upon this stage
alone, exposed
in the sacred space
that is theatre.
The weight of expectation
breathes from the darkness
like a disapproving sigh
into the implacable light
that illuminates
my heart and soul.
Between the words
I must act
but cannot see
a place to be.
My character is on the line
but who is the author
of this life;
who gives it sense?
The other players
wait to see
if I will follow
my determined destiny.
Can I choose
or must I be
the role that is
assigned to me?



Zettel 2005