REHEARSAL

REHEARSAL

 

It was all rehearsal: ways to dampen

anxiety. Yoga, Qigong, prayer.

meditation. Long walks. Gardening. Art.

Old household skills: bread and soup and cookies

and soap. Getting along with others. I

recall how the Brits kept going during

the blitz, my aunts and uncles in Poland

after the war. You’ve had the dream, I think.

You’re in a play, about to go onstage,

but you don’t remember your lines or worse 

never learned them, or worst of all you’ve never

even seen this play, and the director says, 

“It’s theater, for Chrissake. Fake it. Make

something up! The curtain’s rising. You’re on.”

2 comments on “REHEARSAL

  1. ivoryandpaper says:

    Another terrifying & wonderful poem! Quite amazing!

  2. Christine Lee Moore says:

    As often is the case, you’ve captured an intriguing way of viewing the situation. That’s why I like reading your work. Well. One of the reasons why.

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