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 the words

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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