The Stage
The stage
though terrifying and intimidating
to some
with its grand and daunting height
colossal and open space
torrid and incandescent spotlights
and the vulnerability it creates
is my favorite place to be.
Its smooth, charcoal surface
freshly painted to hide its
chips and flaws
is where my feet love to stand.
On that hard, polished, simplistic
dark exterior
shoes glide effortlessly.
While vacant, this stage
is an empty canvas
waiting to be painted on
begging to be painted on.
I am its painter
brush poised above the canvas
ready to make it come alive
with my heart
my body
and my soul.
Silently and softly
this stage is a
siren singing to a fisherman
luring him to the vast sea.
Daringly, the effulgent lights
are blinding
their purpose not only
to illuminate the stage
but to block out
the real world for the actor.
As the actor’s reality
fades in the blazing lights
a magical kingdom
eerie woods
sunlit garden
exotic island
or delightful little cottage
is spawned
and the actor transforms
into a king, queen
prince, princess
peasant, knight
hero, or villain.
When I sense this
anticipation
this emptiness of a blank slate
filled with possibility
I can’t help but
ignore
all of the stage’s
deterring angles.
After stepping onto the stage
I never want to leave
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