waiting your turn to take the stage.
Feel shaking hands
biting your lip at the fear of words lost.
Taste metallic blood.
imagining yourself a big-footed clown.
Smell banana skins.
letting the words flow freely.
See the bright lights.
taking a final bow.
Hear the applause.
Notes: A somewhat rushed one, I’m getting ready to go to Dublin for the Bookcrossing convention!