You talk; some hear, some don’t. They have heard the words
but not taken them in. There is no response. You shout.
They turn around and ask: ‘What do you mean? You know they’ve
heard you. You repeat the utterance so they don’t misunderstand.
Later you start
to talk again, but
those people who
listen rarely reply,
you start walking
a hand up in the air
as if you had nothing
to say finally there is
need for less shouting
instead you stammer:
‘Just talking to myself’
shrugging your shoulders
and flipping your hand in the air.
I am a French-born Australian linguist who loves writing about multicultural experiences. Taught English in Zambia and Papua New Guinea, gained a Doctorate with UPNG. In Western Australia I worked with migrants and Indigenous communities in Kalgoorlie and Roebourne. In charge of Amnesty International WA, then moved to Adelaide. Short-listed by The Human Rights Commission for the Literature NF Award for the anthology I edited with the Multicultural Writers Association of Australia, I later published my memoir. Volunteered with the Writers Centre, became active with PEN.
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