Performance

On stage, I

Riff, I

Jive

Trip sure-footed o’er a sketchy framework stretched above

Abyss, no net

No notes

No fear

Confident in my ability

To slip, recover

Veiling minor gaffes with
Persiflage, some

Verbal slight-of-hand

Knowing that no matter how I divigate

I’ll stick the landing

Dead on time

Why not on the strip?

It’s a kindred act—Improv drawing on a

Repertoire of skills

Compiled aptitudes

Drilled until they’re

Practically innate

I need to graft my viva-voce assurance

Onto somatic challenges

Revel in an

Unrevealed solution

Trustful of my ad-lib creativity

My zombic intuition

Then perhaps my predatory dance

Liberated from its rigid choreography

Would transmogrify into unscripted creativity 

Drawing by SillyRedPanda