Sound Management

©April 8th, 2018

We sat in a sound booth

Listening to lines from a play that was

Steeped in magic and mayhem.

With cues, transitions, scene changes,

And with no eyes into the room,

We were all ears, and we strained

To hear, to be attentive, to respond.

Now, as I hurtle along recklessly

Down the dusty corridor of my Time,

I understand this more than ever.

I cannot see, clearly or darkly.

I cannot fathom the wherefores of some things,

I cannot do much more than press some buttons.

I am in a sound booth, and the walls

Have closed in on me, but I can do this,

Because I’m curious, and though I am blind,

I am learning to see elsewise.

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