The theatre commentary on a memory.

The audience clapped
in the mind’s head,
the auditorium,
the thought centre stage bowed,
and in a fleeting moment
was gone.
It was a short show,
then forgotten until
the next thought
back stage entered
shouting “ Who am I?”
The crowd having
no idea cheered back.
“ Who are you?”

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and for some odd reason, they wanted an encore...strange...

[John the Baptist]

That's the way it is with thoughts. One meaningless one after another, and all because the human mind believes it must think them or die. It's like the shark, who must swim or drown.

[andrew mitchell]

Indeed John, thank you.