Centerstage

I saw a play the other night
on Broadway and I learned
that the stage is within me
not in front of me but freakin’
right there aisle/seat in the
damn middle of myself.
I got absolutely no mention
in the Playbook nor was
I listed in the Show, yet there
I was with the stage in my belly
no Lamaze classes or preparation
nothing just me, sitting there
with all those seats on a Monday
night watching my house lights dim
while I was away expecting
a standing ovation knowing
I had supported the entire cast
with planks of my floor-board
“Stage left – Stage right”
what do I get to show for it?
The satisfaction of being there:
not the balcony or the waitlist
or the understudy but the actual
stage in all my glory!