bailiwick

A hush,
a rustle,
the curtain twitches
and you are home.
This is your bailiwick -
an empty stage
waiting to be peopled
by the multitudes within
for the gratification
of the multitudes without.
Surrounded by your fellows,
well met
and in concert,
you tell truths
wrapped and unwrapped
in fabrication and elocution
for delectation and edification
and applause
and that moment
where words on a page
become a life lived
in acts.