Hands writing all the things to do
Scribbling this
and that
on post-its
We wait
We see the things grow
Almost exponentially
So much to do
So much time and energy
So much capital and commitment
Investment
Much ado about everything
There is no gossip on the table
about who will do what when
But we hear it in our heads:
I’m not a sucker, that’s not for me to do, that’s beneath me, they should do this, they owe me this, they know how, they should, etc.
The hands now reach for post-its
Gathering favourite things, preferred to-do’s, low-hanging fruit
“I’d like to do this”
“This can be my role”
Negotiations continue while the sea creeps into the office, the air outside becomes acrid and hot, and the tap runs dry
High hanging fruit remains
The parties look at one another
Waiting.
