re-write

still working

There was a play written once;

directions plotted

by faces I never met.

And I can't help feeling like

we are being re-written--

the play and me.

It's time to travel,

quiet steps ever inward.

The path may be uneven--

my progress slow.

Memory still winds and rewinds--

flickering through scenes

that seem foreign.

The script is unrehearsed;

I wish I could remember

how it ends.

Reviews

[Pete Langley]

" All the world a stage ,and..." The plays are different inside our heads and outside - and get continuously re-written with new experience, so that recall of an old plot becomes fuzzy with time. I love the analogy in this piece. Well conceived, Emily. P.

[Ed Hart]

yes, with so much of light, we are lost in the light

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Rewritten every day ... each one of us going through this play that no one gave us a damned script for. We wander lost.