Entrances and Exits

After weeks of rehearsal,

the paid crowd awaits

The thrill of opening night, 

less than thrilling this time

I can’t break a leg

if I don’t take the stage 

But my heart is not here,

it is trapped in a hospital

with a child who no longer 

wants to live

Will I miss my entrance?

Will I miss their exit?

The curtain rises,

the show must go on

Thank God,

or Daphne du Maurier,

the play is set

in the apocalypse

So I can pretend 

the whole world 

is collapsing,

instead of just 

my own

Written July 21, 2020, reflecting on past events