Theatre, Sway, Wonder

I should have been a theatre kid, but I didn't have the stones, or the sense of self—or I had too much sense of self—the wrong kind to be certain. I'd have happily thrown off my adolescent mask and let it shatter into a billion pieces, but alas, I've only warmed the seats with wonder, inspired by every perfect player breathing life onto the blank canvas of the stage, of brief windows of an hour or two where the should of all in attendance sway in dramatic ecstacy, in curtain fall unison to new heights of tragedy, comedy, dance and song, and every spectacularly costumed interval in between en e