Ode To Ringlets

Today was day two of the intermunicipal tour of a play which runs for two weeks this month in libraries and public buildings across the state. Being a general-purpose lackey for the fabulous mobile theatre unit run by the sisters, my duties are largely restricted to heavy lifting and ...uh, well, that's about it, actually.

This morning's performance was at Library A, a place of an alarming compactness; by comparison, Library B looks like a service hangar. It also turned out to be the most heavily attended show; at least forty or fifty people were packed into the tiny room when all was said and done.

The second enactment took place in a spanking new Senior Center rather than Library B, as past experience with the logistics of that particular township's library, and the fact that our current set is of a size and complexity that puts the infamous Rainbow Monstrosity to shame, made it a simple function of common sense that we should relocate. As I surveyed the audience, I was inspired to write a poem:

O, Perm-
A voluminous curiosity art thou.
Wiggle
Waggle
Round and round you go,
A hundred thousand bouncing carousels.
A dam burst somewhere;
Forth comes the maelstrom.
Upward, outward, downward
Eddies swirl about the ears
Round and round you go.
But get'st thou not moist in earnest,
Lest thy surge be stilled.
Aye, woe be unto he who showers thou;
Who by terrible new tempest be extinguished.

Still catching up on that lost sleep. Photos and explanation still to come.