We draw the curtain on today
The scripts and props are put away
Tomorrow's lines remain uncertain
On today we draw the curtain
We move like players scene to scene
Do we remember where we've been?
Always something more to prove
Scene to scene, like players we move
The page is done; the lines are said
Make up washed and costume shed
We crave the solitude of one
The lines are said; the page is done
But you can see inside my shell
No one knows me half as well
From you I do not ache to flee
Inside my shell just you can see
With you I need not wear a mask
I set aside the actor's task
When truth can be hard to construe
I need not wear a mask with you.
submitted for Poetic Bloomings, In-Form Poet, Swap Quatrain
and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday