Dis onne t

August 17, 2015

Dis onne t : more dots

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You put your left foot in.
You put your left foot out.
You put your left foot in,
And shake it all about.
You do the hokey-pokey
And you turn yourself about.
That's what's all about!

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Dumb Show

You are standing at the crossroads. You wait. An arrow: a man arrives carrying a placard arrow on what looks like a mop handle. He looks at his watch, signaling It’s time, don’t you think?

     You do think, looking at him looking at his watch. You point to the arrow. He nods. You take a step, tilt your head: Are you coming? He shrugs his shoulders. You raise your eyebrows to say Please!

    He shrugs again but makes to follow, though he is the one holding the arrow – the way, the map – which you cannot see without turning and looking over your shoulder.

     The road stretches before you, dirt road in a dirt field, not a tree in sight – there is only the one you’ve left behind, the dusty maple with a scattering of purple leaves at the crossroads.

     You look again over your shoulder. He is still behind you, carrying the arrow.