Last night in Marienthal, while I lay thinking here,
Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
And pranced and partied all night long
And sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif the seminar ceases to exist?
Whatif next year the teacher excludes me from the list?
Whatif there’s not enough beer in THE room?
Whatif we have to go for more on a broom?
Whatif our cheese is the best?
Whatif the Czechs are distressed?
Whatif our food was a catch?
Whatif our laugh didn’t match?
Whatif my acting wasn’t good enough?
Whatif I change my language and never get my Polish back?
Whatif the flight back was delayed?
Whatif we could only stay?
Whatif we on our way to Görlitz got lost?
Whatif the alcohol had too high of a cost?
Whatif …?
Everything seems well, and then
St. Marienthal nighttime Whatifs strike again!
inspired by Shel Silverstein’s poem and co-created by ALL seminar participats
