Like Lear I divide myself, granting the largest piece of my heart to the one who loves me best, while you decorate the exterior of a balcony scene, costume the minor players, adjust the special effects so I do not see you. Like Hamlet I cannot act on what my ghosts have told me. I shun the books where once I went for consolation but do not know where else to look. I want to step down but my timing is horribly off. Dark lady, come out from behind your stage directions, scrawled into a lost folio, and wait with me behind the discovery curtain, where we’ll eavesdrop on amethyst and jasper, agate and opal, as their 240-million-year drama unfolds.
"240-Million Year Drama" appears in the print journal Cactus Heart.