All The World’s A Stage

Theater’s transformative
For those attuned to what it offers.
I’m not sure I’d care to live
Where arts don’t share the public coffers.
Those who have and who have not
Can meet in theaters to share
The gifts their counterparts have brought
And find some common interest there.
You needn’t think the same as me,
But while we’re in that room, we’re we.

Social Groundhog

I’ve shied away from social apps
Since Covid locked us down,
Needing to turn off the taps
On things that make me frown.
Occasionally, I’ll sneak a peek
At posts from friends I’ve missed,
But now my skin’s so thin, I freak,
And quickly must desist.
There’s so much to divide us now
Push always comes to shove.
I’m fine when I’m offline: That’s how
My heart stays filled with love.

How Come I’m Late

Nothing’s burning up, or wet;
They haven’t had the earthquake yet
That they’ve been promising for years;
No hurricanes or twister fears;
No freezing rain or sleet or hail;
No aging infrastructure fail;
No feral dogs; no plague of mice.
I overslept. Will that suffice?