Improvising With a Light Saber

Before you left
Home –
by Home I mean
your Place on
Boulevard de Cosmos –
you auditioned to
play a Part
in this Theater of
Bittersweet Conundrums,
wherein you have
a single
Stage Direction:

Improvise scenes, from
barren and blasphemous to
bodacious and beautiful,
in which Love –
by Love I mean
that Potion
boiling in a
Cauldron in
The Mystery,
a drop of which
will sprout roses
from a rock, or
turn a festering
wound into a
Tattoo of Incendiary
Gorgeousness –

scenes in which
you wield a
Light Saber,
dipped in Love,
in the face of
Death,
whatever costume
it’s wearing.

Question:

Have you grown
weary,
convinced you’re
not up to
this Role of a
Lifetime?
Painfully aware of
all your missed
cues and
butchered lines?

I’ve heard
the Director
thinks otherwise,
and your audience is
rapt.

There’s no script here,
Brando,
we’re improvising.

And we’ve got
light years to
get it right.

(Photo by Tobias Cornille; UnSplash)