Staying up late to watch Waitress
Realizing the clock has ticked over past midnight
And you have inadvertently watched a musical about making pie
On Pi Day 

Driving out to Asbury Park 
Burgers and chips on an empty beach
On a warm late-winter day 
Seeing Sunday in the Park with George 
The color and light 
The way they used the dancers
Floating across the stage on pointe (on pointe! haha!) 
The way the colored dots gently rained down on the stage
And parasols 

The way the score has seeped into my bones 
And makes me weep every time 
Stop worrying it your vision
Is new
Let others make that decision -
They usually do
You keep moving on

Dinner and scrabble in Brooklyn 
Watching Fences by August Wilson 
Being in awe of the lead who stepped in at the last minute
​And who is almost completely off book 

A day full of theatre 
Sitting in darkened rooms and watching stories 
Of laughing and crying and being transported