The actor walked out

Saturday night, some actors were acting how they acted 

during that night time of year; 

Shouting into the dark void, out in the cold, calling onto the Lord

to take his son in, and maybe them later on, on board. 

 

Heaven. 

 

Our main actor, however, that same night, decided 

to walk out on that part.

Tonight, he said, I will be part of another 

gathering crowd, 

play, act

 

Dance.

 

The observer was observing all the dancers in the act.

Our main actor have been acting, dancing 

for a while

drinking dancing listening moving, 

that was the other act.

 

No one saw the observer standing

in the shadow of the concrete pole

Yet, the watcher was observed by one acting dancer on the floor,

the observer seeing plenty, did not see the seeing dancer:

our main actor.

 

The participant observer seeing one bystander

danced a loop around the pole, stood behind the observer:

long sleeves, thick jacket, the observer hasn't danced.

for the sweat filled the air, 

from all the beat following, body moving swaying actors.

 

See.

 

The spectator was still being observed;

Would he talk? would he drink? would he take part in the show?

would he talk what he saw, what he thought of the night?

The observer of the spectator hesitated in his act,

unsure the bystander would take part and share his facts.

 

The watcher finally moved; would he dance or take a shot?

he took the stairs going out, leaving our observer

realize that it was too late 

to act that part out.

 

Should he run catch the one audience up on the street?

Since he was part of the act, our observer stayed

 

so he re-entered the floor of all the dancing actors

unobserved anymore,

danced a few, moved a few, 

Took a bow, kissed goodbye, 

Hugged the sweat, went up the stairs 

Scattered rain filled the air,

walked to the car, the breeze was nice, 

yet the time was not anymore to contemplate and see and feel.

to the car, to the bed, closed the eyes.

 

Resurrect.

Celine Khairallah