By Dawn Thibert . . .
Heads bobbing in disconnected squares
Waiting for the show to begin
Some faces, some names, some pictures
Passive on mute
Dropping out
Are you still there?
Voting with presence
Silent discontent
Secretly grinning
When words make sense
Electronic fugue
straining, reaching through
Speaking into space
Distorted voice
How do words land?
Denied subtle gestures
the body gives away
Carry on regardless
not noticing
I’m not sharing my screen!
My red face
Distracted by home life
invaded by work
Intense concentration
creative and spontaneous
as well as well planned
Private reactions
far away breakouts
No buzz or hubbub
no sense of what’s being said
offerings received
What a relief
Volunteers emerge
Spontaneous questioning
Challenge, debate
Glad to account
Feedback offered
Hypotheses abound
Learning is happening
We can connect
Despite this cold medium
Warmth gets through
Stirred in emotion
Don’t know by who
At least I can say I learnt something today
(I wrote this poem on my experience as a tutor for the reflecting session at the end of the first term of intermediate systemic training via video link. We had decided to focus the reflections on giving and receiving gifts, presence/presents.)