“All the world’s a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.”
?  Sean O’Casey 1880-1964

Voussoir Caché

In the audience

I am as cool as Sherlock Holmes

On stage, I sweat

The lights are blinding

Where are my lines?!!

……Your window was open

I looked in

drawn, moth-like, to all the possibilities

of what it is you are about

Yes, though your window was open

wontedly

I discovered only myself

looking out

An entire building abandoned