Life's Ikat Weave
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Stage experience teaches many things, especially, “All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts…”
Life’s Ikat Weave
by Odin Roark
There was once another him
Oh he was the same flesh and bones
He even kept track of both his names
One for the stage
One for the IRS
That other him
The one that migrated
Leaving behind the stage of make-believe
Venturing across landscapes of real-life drama
Found that dramaturgy had taught him well
It was gradual
This departure from his norm
Everyday beginnings arose before dawn
Flicked its prickly tendrils across nocturnal escape
Awakening his senses free of alarm clocks
Elbows from a bed partner
Or wet lickings from a dog
And…
Something else was different on rising
Gazing out the window
Nothing but time he now owned
Put him at the ready to explore
Pre-dawn darkness with illumination
How much laughter and stories
He had to share
He was ready to run into
Rather away from
The promise to find out
Who he truly was
Thus streamed forth his ikat-life
A fabric of his past
Layers of experience
Tie-dyed patterns of what hopefully
Would become rainbow-threads of wisdom
A future-weave
Void of mistake’s knots
Another part
One revealing…
Copyright © Odin Roark | Year Posted 2013
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