All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms
…………………. Shakespeare, As You Like it, Act II
I think of comics
that blare the end is nigh
on a sign of a guy
on a street, torn coat, forlorn,
whose years went south, didn’t pan out
as he thought they should’ve when he was a boy
never made it over life’s hump
when the light at the end of the tunnel
everybody talks about as things collapse
went dim —from fat sun
to lit pinprick in the scrim behind a stage
where all are merely players,
women men strong lame clowns crooks
politicians running from, showing up
puking, mewling
but then I thought
of a moment just before
when in the dark there is nothing
nothing except a beginning
…….. always
a beginning
Jim Culleny
11/1/16
Blink 