You spend agonizing hours preparing.
The relentless research accomplished.
The creative process causing
Sleepless nights.
Thoughts flow through
Your mind until they
Collide into a gem.
The execution,
Fine tuned to your idea of perfection.
The culmination of everything,
Forming just the right mood,
Setting, and story.
You see the finish line
In the distance,
Progressing towards you
Like a momentous avalanche you can’t keep at bay.
Then all at once
You are there.
Standing back to look,
Pride fills you like a
Warm cup of your favorite beverage.
The onlookers arrive,
Witnessing what you have achieved.
Then…
You notice one more thing
You wished you would have done.
One more tweak.
One more.

© ggallen 2008