Expectations —
no, assumptions.

Caught up in whirlwind days,
busy engaging in momentary joys.

Then a wall comes down,
solid and impenetrable.

Termination always lurked in the background.
But its cue was near the finale.
Why does it call my name now?

Long days of questioning
exhaust the mind
as busy invaders tire the body.

Looking to the author,
I will have to trust.

I will fight,
as any good player does,
to remain in the story
as long as I can
before surrendering to the next act.

I always thought I was a principle.
How strange to find I am merely a walk-on.

I cling to Dabb’s notion:
“Every character actor,
in their own little sphere,
is the lead.”

And so I