30 Seconds

My greatest fear is a stage.

Thirty seconds.

Walk on, they hand you a

microphone, and you stand staring

out at the darkness in which

they assure you

an audience is listening.

Say whatever you want.

Say what you need to say.

Afraid of saying too little

and saying far too much,

you’ve said nothing at all.

There’s a scattering of applause

from clammy, drunk hands.

It was a wonderful speech,


Wish we could’ve heard more

of it, but we haven’t got

that kind of time.


11 thoughts on “30 Seconds

  1. Wow. I love to talk to people. I will be happy to fly wherever you are and speak/read for you. We can pretend you’ve lost your voice and can’t tell where to find it. 😉 Keep writing. Alice

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