inspiration? When do they know what they
want to do with their lives?
How do they know?
Is it some stramge click inside the
head when the job is seen?
Or can it be gradual? Making several choices
before finally settling down into their destiny?
And why do people end up as they do?
Is it a practical decision
or can it be purely for fun?
My decision has been so random...
too random.
First, become my mother and be a nurse,
but I can't stand the sight of blood
or needles.
Then perhaps a music teacher.
Why not? I love music,
but I can't stand noisy children.
Or maybe a professional saxophone player,
but I'm not good enough and
don't have enough patience for practicing.
I may not know what is in store for me,
but I know what I want now.
It may not be practical or sensible, but I want it.
It may not come easy --
actually I know it won't --
but I'm ready to work.
It's the teater for me in every which way.
I don't care how. May I be a techie,
an actress,
a special effects creator,
just so long as I'm involved.
But whatever happens, I want to be Known.
I can put any thought into words that fly
Like a current through my very arm,
Giving every emotion its own freedom.
Gleaming in the light, reflecting the same glint
That shines inside my soul and heart:
Working with such ease and grace
As it touches the paper's matte surface.
The flick, stroke, tap, scratch, swish
Of the curve, round, smooth, taper, burnish;
I feel the power to create and destroy
All those I see in mind's eye.
Events, lives, fictitious beings
Hang in fragile balance,
To be altered at the tiny brush and lash
Of the pen's wrath or relish.