Director’s Notes

Are You In Character?
Method Acting?
Pretending that
The You

Who Procrastinates
with Great Proclivity,

Who Imagines that
Laziness Is the Actual
Lay of Your Soul,

Who Fears that
Your Love of
Solitude and
Savored Social
Ineptitude

Are Actually
Signs of the Sin of
Solipsistic Narcissism?

Are You Pretending
That’s You?

Sometimes I Am.

But I’m Hearing from
The Director –

Who Assures Me
That I’ll Learn My
Soul Craft
by Playing
Many Roles –

That I’ve Always Been
Free
to Write
My Own Script,

Perhaps with
Lines of Love
Overcoming Fear
in The Third Act,

But Whoever
I Am
Playing,

I Must Remember:

I Am
Always
The Director’s
Beloved Child.

(Photo by Howard Wang; UnSplash)

 

Questions

Think of a Being,
Human or
All-But-Human,
like Your
Furry Couch Pal,
Whiskers Tickling
Your Elbow.

Think How Much
You Love Them,
Except to Say
Love
Is Not Enough
to Contain the
Cherishes and Adores and
Idolizes and
All But Smothering
Embraces
You Want to Stuff
Into That
Love.

I Have Questions:

Does the Mud
Your Furry One
Tracked Into
Your Kitchen
Dim the Light
of Their
Beating Heart?

Does the Habit –
Maybe More than One –
That Stirs
the Beehive of
Your Annoyances
Mean
Your Life Mate or
Your Little One
Loses
Your Longing
for Their Habitual
Touch?

How Could You
Imagine
Your Maker
Longs for You
any Less,

With All Your
Muddy Tracks and
Annoying Habits?

(Photo by Kateryna-Hliznitsova; UnSplash)

 

Diaries

Why Do We
Imagine
Our Maker
as a
Judge?

And the Diaries of
Our Adventures
to Be
Some Sort of
Karmic Police
Report?

Or, at Best,
a Log of
Our Attempts,
Mostly Self-Perceived
as Failures,
to Find
Our Way,
Lost Souls,
Looking for
The Right Path
Back
to The Maker,

as if
We Were Born,
then Abandoned
in The Wilderness?

What if
Our Diaries
are Travelogues,

Asked of Us When
The Light
That Is
The Maker

Diffracted
Into Our
Innumerable Eternal Rays,

Asking Nothing
of Us

But to
Write Stories –
Write and Re-Write,
When
The Art of Love
Requires It –

That Will Be Told with
Breathless Wonder
Forever.

(Photo by Joshua Hoehne; UnSplash)