Friday, July 18, 2014

Post-conference blues

Last week, I sat in solitary confinement in my office.
I struggled with the contents of my workshop - who would care?
Then here - the adrenaline made my senses aware
of every single sigh, shaking head or smile.

That done, every waking hour was spent with soul mates -
breakfast, lunch and dinner and all the hours in between.
People all around the world care about what I do!
People share their thoughts and listen to my thoughts, too.

Then it ends. The plenary room is suddenly silent.
The echo of many "see you in two years" fade.
Life gets back to normal: and suddenly I see:
again, the only one here who care what I do - is me.

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