the day after a show

is time in suspension. I move in slow motion. I see and smell and feel what is around me. Trees, ground, sky. Everything that vanished in the high-speed blur of the past few days, the craziness of pre-show frenzy.

I recollect the details of last night, that didn't quite register in the moment. This morning, lapped in the deep luxury of lying in bed at 7am, instead of springing up, mind ablaze with anxiety and urgency at 4am, as I have for the last 2 weeks, it settled into my conscious mind:

We got a standing ovation last night. Our first standing ovation for a staged theatre performance of Migritude.