The Stage

Where lights blind the sights
And the stage is afire
It’s time to speak and shout and send
Yourself across to them.

You can’t see or follow
The chairs, screams or sorrows
Of the many gathered throng
All watching one speech, dance or song

And your art and heart’s caught in the throat.

Only your gut and pregnant pause
Recite not write is right come the time
When it’s all now and present
Then you can’t see a thing

When it’s too late to wait
There will be a crash
The wave of recognition
Applaud or not

And when it is done
Look back and see
How your courage rose
Quite away from your knowing

You stepped in and out; all forward.

All the best,

J.W.H Hobbs

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