The Man With the Shoes {poetry} by Karen Maeby

The Man With the Shoes 
by Karen Maeby 11.17.16

He walks
across the stage and stops.
The crowd hushes as he speaks his first line.

He’s giving a deliverance speech—
some sort of declaration…
A story you’d never heard before.

Something like a secret—
something no one will ever hear again.
The audience is hanging on to every single word.

An applause-worthy performance.
He’s giving it everything he’s got,
because he pinky swore to do so.

A mind that never stops,
and won’t ever stop.
He’ll find—soon enough—his imagination is his opus.

A mind full of shenanigans, humor, life stories,
and love.
He is the one that everyone loves.

Suddenly, the stage goes dark
and his personality keeps him glowing.
Jazz begins to play.

He delivers the last line as confident as ever.
He takes a bow and walks off stage,
and the clapping of the audience echoes.

How is it to walk in his shoes?
A writer and actor’s shoes—
a soul so talented, so full of life.

Special—is he—the man with the shoes,
who walked in to my life
without warning, accidentally, kismet.