At Heart

As a child, earnest
As a late-day water lily bloom
As a hopeless romantic

Thrive despite the shallow
Give the coolest shelter
Live to love and fight

To be free from such rules
To grow in the coming dark
To rise from it all each day


Theater of the absurd

You, an understudy into perpetuity, and not a soul who will say why

Though they know

Sworn to silence by some darkness, by some angel

Enter they, the arena, to take their places, their cues

Applaud, then heckle, then leave without a fight, or even debate