View from the backdrop

 standing in the theatre wings
the shuffling feet is the tinder.
the tinder of ideas  
bare page, empty seats in the auditorium
ready face ingrown strengths and inadequacy
shivering mentally
 bearing the ink blots of conception
uncertainty a tremor
and then sometimes: not often
the orgasmic rush
like an alpine skier who breaches the virgin snow
cascading and carving the path.
just for moments the blinding sun
captured on your snow goggles.
vanities ego, a thundering express train
heading towards the rockfall of critique
the fallen tree of misinterpretation
stoned and bowed the bruises that hurt.
but just for a pause!
a new nib and blood red ink