Credits Poem by Joe Bisicchia

Just a flat wall, that is all. But all of you make it a window. And we let you. You may not be pied pipers, but rather you are like the makers of roller coasters, all the while secure on track. There is risk, on your part and ours. After all, will we show up? Will we stay? And if so, where will you take us? Will we let you?

Moviemakers, you are poets, painters, symphony conductors, voices, eyes, and ears, living the make believe. May you see the lives we entertain, the lives that are real. Be here and sit with us. And we shall let you. Then, at the end, as your names run, we would do it all again, and cast our hearts upon a flat wall.




Published by Rabid Oak,2018