Alone in the theater

house lights down

curtain in the wings

stage light in a cage

red “Exit” signs

third row middle seat thirty-three

I ponder.

He said, “All the world’s a stage.”

This time ’round I’m the star

The stage a platform

The theater a world.

This life the play

soul the playwright

body the costume

personality the role

life the performance

purpose following the script

cast members fellow travelers

Marks steps in the prebirth plan

Props necessities to fulfill it

Audience other travelers.

Why do we do this? This isn’t who I am.

Oh, yes—prep for the ultimate play.