the circus within
April 20, 2020within me is a circus
one of mottled performers
casting a safety net out to
catch their fellow comrades
how often, do you think
they look out into the audience
desperate to make a connection?
When I used to perform,
all you could see where lights
it was like anyone or anything
could be there, but
you were blinded,
blinded by shocking lights.
‘the show must on’
and on and on
and on
and
on
so they say.
But what happens when that last curtain call ends
the applause fades
and the spotlight becomes
but a memory?
Do they disassociate from it all?
The locus of their identity
being infinitely unique from the performer
we saw on the topsy-turvy stage.
or do they carry themselves on
like a wartime suitcase ,
onto the next destination
on that train with carriages
we all remember from the films.
I sometimes feel like I have this circus within.
one without a perminant base
one where the performers within
do flips and tumbles in await for a moments cheer
do we exist for ourselves, or for everyone else
behind those bright light that blind and confine.