THE SPECTACLE

Which is it,

puppets or puppeteers?

Strings, wires visible

or shadows dancing

behind screens? Sleights

of hand or engineering feats?

Contortions

or acrobatics?

Enigmatic exposures

or skilled obfuscations,

disappearances?

Things seen 

or not? Or both 

at once? 

Whichever...it is still 

all a strange choreography,

a spectacle

that fools no one,

but ohhhh!

does it dazzle.

The truth is:

the moment we enter

the Grand Chapiteau

we have already decided

to suspend our disbelief,

for a bit of theater.

This is how we believe

in believing, one more time.