Friday, December 3, 2010
We do our best to play our parts –
in card tricks, verse, mixed martial arts –
but something gets caught in the fence –
we cannot find an audience.
We like to think that what we do
is entertaining, funny, true –
we trill our tune until it glistens –
but almost no one ever listens.
We’re not an egocentric jerk –
we know we ought to love the work –
we’ve heard that that should be enough –
the rest, we’re told, is merely “stuff.”
But surely we should not berate
our hunger to communicate –
no less than E. M. Forster pecked
out on his keys: “only connect.”
So here’s the thing: go out and play
and razz your dazzles anyway –
forget who doesn’t come to call:
somebody will see it all.