DRAMATIS PERSONAE

All players on this cosmic stage

in here and now we find our page.

At work, in rest, we search and strive

to know and be our most alive

and question every cloud and stone

about the things that are our own

yet know our every wish and hope

is part of life’s kaleidoscope.

It matters not our time and place –

clock hands sweep round a constant face –

our lives repeat in books, in dreams,

through actions on the silver screens.

And though our stuff of street and land

be varied as each grain of sand,

all beauty, passion, terror, war are

pageant passing through our door.

Same bones, same lungs, same blood, same breath;

same hunger, pain, same birth, same death.

But voice and print and words we speak

are DNA of what’s unique.

Off-road we sometimes bump and grind

and crash stiff gears own views to find

but what I know, this much is true

you’re made of me, I’m made of you.