Sometimes when I cry,

I see.

The veil is torn,

Or maybe the curtains open

Backstage,

And the stagehands,

Unbeknownst to themselves,

Become the stars.

They pull the cables busily

For the play house.

The tragedy turns comic.

I put my hand up to my mouth

And giggle at the scene behind,

And laugh until I cry some more,

So I can continue to see

Just a little while longer

Into the deep realities of life.

-jenn