She played the lead in a musical I wrote in college.
Now I’m watching her in another play, a better actress,
and it’s thirty years later and the second act
for both of us. It is reassuring to recognize
how her body has changed, but not her smile, her shy
dignity; that was never a performance. Whole lives
led since last we met in a playing space, and I exit
the theater with a hidden smile, quiet satisfaction.
That both of us have done well, played great
parts, achieved success, helped others, loved
our everyday performances, never really forgotten
the thrill of finding our light, projecting, acting.