Something I wrote on the way home from work...
don't think it's finished yet...
but here it is anyway...


it is gray as I walk to my car
preparing to face another night of practice,
another practice, another part, another performance.
but when I close my eyes I see
(for an instant)
a smile
and
I think,
(for an instant)
"change is coming."
They say you can't
step in the same river once.
I say, "constants are constant,
and they constantly thwart us"
no.
not all of us.
some of us are allowed to grow
to change
to feel the power in our hands,
in our words,
but most of us,
no, most of us
are in our paths
our ruts
that get deeper
as we repeat
and repeat
and repeat