Tuesday Poem

On Driving Home from the Dream Workshop

That play is over, 
and we are in the tiring house 
changing costumes, 
putting on the masks 
of our usual lives.  
.
Yet sometimes,
when we listen to the voice 
riding through our lips, 
we hear something different, 
a deeper timbre, perhaps, 
or a new word.
.
We say something 
we could not
have said before.
.
That is the gift 
we have received, 
and the gift 
we can now give.
.
by Nils Peterson
.
.
Tiring House: The room where Elizabethan actors changed 
their clothes.
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