Intermission
a creative coffee break from writing the play

Marsha Norman
September 21, 1947
Louisville, Kentucky

And someone else
who is
unknown to us.

When a thing is wick it has a light around it.
Maybe not a light you can see.
But hiding down below a spark’s asleep inside it,
Just waiting for the right time to be seen.

You clear away the dead parts
so the tender buds can form.
Loosen up the earth and
Let the roots get warm.
Let the roots get warm.

Dickon, The Secret Garden, p.74
Book and Lyrics by Marsha Norman