May 2, 2012


for Maureen Doallas

In my audition,
I read my lines for rhythm,
feeling my way blind
into the motivation
of my unknown character.
Stopping, the director tells me
why I'm not right,
how I don't fit,
reveal too much,
have performed
this part too many times.
I should seek, he says,
a better role,
in a different drama,
playing to an audience
of one, who is
better able to listen, form
a passionate opinion,
who is here right now,
just down the hall,
for the curtain to rise.