Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, May 18, 2017


You are chugging along,
totally in sync
with the character
you are playing,
when, without warning,
the bottom falls out,
the lines you are about to speak
aren’t there anymore.
They’ve flown the coop.
They’ve lit out for the territory.
They're gone.

So, suddenly, you are free-falling
without a safety net.
You are off-off-book.
There is no obvious next thing
to say or do.
There is only the NOW
and the how you will pull
a rabbit out of this hat.

So what do you do
when there’s nothing
but the stage you are standing on,
the glare of bright lights  
and the faces staring up at you,
watching and waiting…?
You improvise, what else!
And this shouldn’t be so hard to do,
‘cause, come to think of it,
this is what you’ve been doing
all along, every day. Every moment
is a rabbit-out-of-a-hat trick,
because you aren’t working
from a script, right?
So in a sense, your life
has been preparing you
for when you do forget your lines.

The point is:
remember each moment
is an invention,
a Pollock, a Hemingway, a Dickinson
that will bear your name.

Mind the gap. Embrace it.
Learn from it.
Because life is the lines
you write in the moment,
not the ones you’ve been rehearsing
painstakingly in front of the mirror.

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