Friday, September 17, 2010


I neded to make a comb concert
For 150 people
So that we could stand together
Lips vibrating, hearts laughing,
All of us one for only a moment,
The gulf between us gone.

But despite my fervent wishes
For a story of loaves and fishes
I had only one small comb
I was miles away from home
And we needed a comb concert
If we were to hope together.

So for those of you still puzzled,
Having craned your neck to see
150 people blowing raspberries at a conference,
It was all because of me
Wanting them to laugh together.

Blow raspberries with your neighbours
Feel the tickling on your lips,
And notice how hard it is to laugh with them,
And resent them at exactly the same time.

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