You’re Quite a Character
You may be
unaware of
your sublime
improvisational
skills.
But you’re a
lifetime member
of the
Cosmos Actors
Guild.
Sometimes you
forget
you’re an old hand
at overcoming
stage fright.
That your fellow
players
love you
when you
do that
thing you do.
So, come out
of the
Green Room.
Don’t hide
back there,
all
huddled up
with doubt.
You were born
for the stage,
so
come on out
and play.
Exhibition
I have an idea
for an
art gallery.
Please hear
me out:
Would you be
willing to
join a few
of your neighbors
and spend
an hour or two
being the
exhibits
at an
Exhibition
where you
sit in a
comfortable
chair
and
the rest of us
wander around
remarking
on the sheer
beauty
of your
one-of-a-kindness,
the originality
of the genius
that informs you,
the artistry in
your every
once-in-the-cosmos
feature?
After awhile
you would
rise
and others
of your neighbors
would take
your places.
And so it
would go.
(Photo by Alexander Jawfox, UnSplash)
Self Improvement
I set about
to improve
an orange.
An average orange,
grocery store
produce department.
First
I bought some
paint,
actually called
“Orange Peel”
to fix
the outside.
What a mess.
Then I
wondered
about using
a syringe
to inject some
one-hundred percent
certified pure
orange juice
inside that
little globe.
But by now
I just wanted
to
eat it.
It was
really
good.
(Photo by Tomi Vadasz, UnSplash)
What Would Jeebus Do?
Years back,
in a peccadillo
of whimsey,
I asked my
nephew, Mark,
to wield his
Needle of Beauty
and scribe
“What Would
Jeebus Do”
on the canvas of
my forearm.
I meant no
disrespect
to the One
who thought
a grand debut
would be to
get this party
started
with some
Water Into Wine.
So, when I
wondered,
this morning,
if I had overstepped
my bounds,
I swear
I heard Him say,
“Oh, c’mon Steve!
You know
how much
I love
a little joke
between
friends.”
We See You
Who do you
think you are?
Judging
your Self.
You can’t even
see the
underside of
your own
chin.
Try it
without using
a mirror.
You think you
know yourself
so well,
but we can see
your beautiful
backside and
you can’t,
without using
two mirrors.
You are in
no position
to pass judgment
on your insides,
either.
You just can’t
see
your Self.
The rest of us
are here
to tell you
we see you.
You are
drop-dead
gorgeous.
(Photo by Adolfo Felix, UnSplash)