A Circle of Chairs (A Wall of Screens)

Silences and uncertainties.

Not wanting to be the first to speak

Because it’s always me.

Not wanting to be the first to speak.

How many carpets have I stared at down the years?

How many pairs of boots and shoes?

Silences and uncertainties.

Can I do this?

Of course, others have done it. Many times.

But others have also climbed mountains,

swallowed swords, had threesomes,

Voted Tory.

I’m not sure where I am going with this.

I’m not sure where I am going with this.

Living with the uncertainty is kind of the point.

Supporting others in living with theirs.

I am, only because we are.

We are, only because they are.

They are, only because we are.

We are, only because I am.

Bumping into difference means colliding with oneself.

Who am I and what am I doing?

Who are we and what are we doing?

To the planet, to our children, to each other.

Is this just a talking shop?

To be recognised is life affirming, enhancing. Saving?

I’m not like you, and you are not like me.

And that’s OK.

Until it’s not.

Until it’s oppressive.

Until it’s coercive.

Until it’s exclusive.

I’m not the first to speak.

And that’s OK.

I was going to say that.

I should have said that.

How many pairs of eyes have I looked into?

How many lives?

Learning to live with each other is kind of the point.

By the group, of the group, including the conductor.

Silences and uncertainties.

Invited to share my thinking.

I said that.

Seems to have gone down well.

New energy, new understanding.

A shared understanding.

The same understanding.

And that’s OK!

New energy, new understanding.

A shared understanding.

The same understanding.

And that’s OK.

Silences and uncertainties.

I can do this.

But I still won’t be voting Tory!

And that’s OK!