It is odd to be lonely at the afterglow
of your own show.
I'm glad I brought a date.
I don't know if I am too scary or too distant
or just too old for this sort of thing.
Once it was I who was the center of
the inner circle.
Now I am the outsider watching rings form
away from where and who I am.
Once I was the nucleus binding us together
fusing oneness of disparate elements to create
wholeness
energy
that matters.
Now I find I am a
free radical
dangerous and damaging
decaying unwatched.
1 comment:
This is how I ALWAYS seem to feel...the director's chair carries with it an unspoken exile from all that occurs backstage and before and after rehearsals. We connect only indirectly via the material--the more visceral and lasting relationships are built among the players, and I am always left feeling as though I was never really much more than the playground attendant.
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