At this stage…#morningcoffeesessions

At this stage

At this stage I enjoy the heavy dust-coated black velvet curtains hanging in the wings like wings how the shadows are less dense less ominous less horror film more musical drama

At this stage I accept the empty dust-coated red velvet seats with cushions expanding softness under the feathery weight of closures how the shows now go on in living rooms home offices and weed-wild backyards

At this stage every space every street every angle every page is a stage

adaptation is co-producing and co-writing the plot lines I exhale

quiet is taking lead roles cautiously dipping her toes into the

pocket of spot light at the centre of my days and nights

Sometimes she dances a jig

sometimes she sways like a tree

sometimes she falls to her knees and weeps

each tear a hug ungiven a kiss unmet a message undelivered

but then the shadows gather her in their strong knowing and

toss her into the air as the golden lights on the ceiling

crackle on to the rhythm of her giggles –

quiet always lands on her feet like a confident kitten

The best is when the stage is fully lit –

the sagging backdrops the peeling paint the old sofa the fake ficus

pull up their chins and smile

At this stage the show goes on and on

deep in the throat of a dusky yawn

on the tender hip of a lazy dawn

and my heart makes mountains of what is gone…

Wherein I start rhyming a poem only in the last stanza…

On the shoulder of this gorgeous blue-sky morning, I bid you happy Monday.