The Play
The Play I am the only actor.
It is difficult for one woman
to act out a whole play. The play is my life,
my solo act. My running after the hands
and never catching up. (The hands are out of sight --
that is, off-stage.) All I am doing onstage is running,
running to keep up, but never making it.
Suddenly I stop running.
(This moves the plot along a bit.)
I give speeches, hundreds,
all prayers, all soliloquies. I say absurd things like:
eggs must not quarrel with stones
or, keep your broken arm inside your sleeve or, I am standing upright
but my shadow is crooked. And such and such. Many boos. Many boos.
Despite that I go on to the last lines:
To be without God is to be a snake
who wants to swallow an elephant. The curtain falls.
The audience rushes out.
It was a bad performance.
That’s because I'm the only actor
And there are few humans whose lives
will make an interesting play.
Don't you agree?
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