Perhaps the stage is a birthplace-
who would want to be born
in the balcony,
or the orchestra pit
when the spotlight eludes the audience?
A spectator cannot be a leader-
who would want to follow the silence
of a critic,
a casual observer
when life imitates the art?
Could the theater contain the truth-
who would want to learn
from a stage hand,
a set designer
or a lighting technician
when the dream was recorded in the script?
One day we’ll acknowledge the director in control-
who would want to see a show
with no timing
when the true performance is out of our hands?
Indeed, the actor deserves a new name-
who would want to be identified
as a celebrity
an award winner
when perfection lies in the hypocrite?