All You Can Be

There are moments,

where you take a chance and it blows up

it your face, and you feel like an idiot

but you knew if you didn’t do it, you

would always been standing at the precipice

asking God,

“why’d didn’t I jump?”

Not all risks will end pretty

sometimes you jump and you splat,

but if the intention is honest,

and the passion is real

and you’re not out to play games or plug yourself,

then it’s worth it, because you tried

and maybe that girl will say no,

or the casting director won’t give the time of day,

or maybe nobody will understand what you tried to do,

but it’s okay.

You were you.

And that’s all you can be.

The Wishing Star

EXT. HILL- NIGHT

A YOUNG WOMAN storms up a hill. A YOUNG MAN follows.

YOUNG MAN
Wait sis! Wait.

He catches up, out a breath.

YOUNG MAN
Hold up, will you? You totally stormed out of there.

The YOUNG WOMAN turns.

YOUNG WOMAN
So what if I did? I don’t owe them anything.

YOUNG MAN
But mom-?

YOUNG WOMAN
Mom will be fine. She up to her head in people anyway. It’ll take hours before she even knows we’re gone.

YOUNG MAN
Those people were just paying their respects.

YOUNG WOMAN
To who? Dad? Really? I’ve never seen most of them in my life.

He pauses.

YOUNG MAN
Maybe they were old friends, or business associates.

YOUNG WOMAN
Or maybe they didn’t know him at all. Our dad was famous after all. When you’re famous, people will come out just to say they did. Even if… they… he… I….

She stops. The YOUNG MAN approaches.

YOUNG MAN
I miss him too.

She looks up at the stars. Closes her eyes.

YOUNG MAN
You know, it’s gonna be.

YOUNG WOMAN
Shush. I’m wishing.

YOUNG MAN
For what?

YOUNG WOMAN
For dad to come back.

YOUNG MAN
Katie….

YOUNG WOMAN
Just let me do this, okay?

The YOUNG MAN backs off.

YOUNG WOMAN
Ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease.

The YOUNG MAN looks away. From out of the sky, a DIMLY GLOWING LIGHT falls and plops down right in front of him. He stares at it.

YOUNG MAN
Uh, Katie?

YOUNG WOMAN
What did I just ask you?

He taps her on the shoulder until she opens her eyes. She sees the STAR. Her jaw drops.

YOUNG WOMAN
Oh no! I wished too hard.

She rushes to it, crouches down, motions to pick it up.

YOUNG MAN
Careful.

She picks it up.

YOUNG WOMAN
See? It’s a nice star.

YOUNG MAN
What do we do now?

YOUNG WOMAN
Obviously, we’ ve got to get it back up there.

He now stares at her.

YOUNG MAN
Are you serious?

YOUNG WOMAN
Of course, Dad never wanted to leave us in the first place. He loved us. This is the only way to get him back.

The YOUNG MAN points from the ground to sky.

YOUNG MAN
Well, how are we gonna do that?

YOUNG WOMAN
We get a ladder.

YOUNG MAN
A ladder? Don’t you think that’s-

The YOUNG WOMAN heads off.

YOUNG WOMAN
Follow me.

He follows.

They grab a ladder. They grab a slingshot. They grab [fill in the blank] . Nothing works.

They collapse on the hill.

The YOUNG WOMAN holds the star up to the sky.

YOUNG WOMAN
Don’t you want to come back? Don’t you love us?

YOUNG MAN
Of course he does. He just… went away for a while.

YOUNG WOMAN
Well, when’s he coming back?

YOUNG MAN
I don’t know. But… well, I’m here for you until he does.

Her hand drops.

YOUNG WOMAN
And you’re not going away, are you?

He shakes his head.

YOUNG MAN
Not anytime soon.

She rests his head on his shoulder.

YOUNG WOMAN
I miss him already.

YOUNG MAN
I do too.

She sets the star down.

YOUNG WOMAN
Goodby little star. Sorry I wished so hard.

YOUNG MAN
It’ll be okay. Just like us.

She nods.

YOUNG WOMAN
Yeah. We will.

She looks to the stars.

YOUNG WOMAN
I’ll get my wish one day, won’t I?

YOUNG MAN
Of course you will.

YOUNG WOMAN
Good. Thanks big bro.

YOUNG MAN
You’re welcome, sis. Now let’s get out of here. We have butt-kissers to face.

She makes a face. He laughs.

They walk away.

FADE OUT on the WISHING STAR, glowing brighter and brighter as they go.

Stained Glass

The Japanese have an art form called Kintsugi,

where broken pottery is joined back together with gold,

the break is not erased but highlighted,

pointing out that what once was severed was made whole again,

yet nobody pretends the break never existed.

 

I think of that sometimes, looking out through our magnificent

stained glass

windows.

I see the sun shining through the Tiffany panes,

and I’m reminded that we too were torn and mended,

and the only glue is gold.

Walking Barefoot Through the Sands of Time

 

Walking barefoot through the sands of time,

I visit old edifices, machines of past lives that once seemed so daunting,

that are now rusted and falling back into the earth.

I stop to snatch a flower from out of the ground,

it smells of the fragrance of promise.

I take a deep whiff, absorbing it all into my pours,

letting the aroma saturate my pores,

before replanting the living thing back into the ground.

I start to spring, so fast that my lungs burn,

As I do so, I feel so alive.

I cry out, victoriously, words that are not words,

and I collapse into a waking state.

It is beginning of tomorrow, and I feel good.