Vicarious-The Ride
I open the book and read the poem or story.

I buckle in and hope for a good ride, for my emotions are ready to laugh or to cry, to give thanks, or to ask why.

But the writer must know the way to go on the emotional trail today, so I can take part, but from afar, as I ride safely on my vicarious star.

The writer must create the day, the place, the persons, and the play.

I must be brought along, with words or song, to see myself in a character, and feel that I am he, and he is me, and it is we that share the peril, the challenge, the victory, and feel the emotion as our hero leads us in "We are the champions.'

But I am also ready to arrive at a crime scene, to see if there are any clues that we can glean, and put together a theory as to who did the Dew, in a room, to whom.

So if you want to motivate, invigorate, or scare, you must tell a good tale and take the rider there.

That would be me that is he, or she, that I can see, and feel the fright, the darkness of the night, what lurks there, and scares me, even though I am in one on my vicarious star.