Chairs

Every week I set two chairs in the hallway at the men’s shelter. I take one for myself and wait for a man to sit and a conversation to begin. When I started, I waited six weeks before someone would sit and talk. I’m careful not to look at my watch or phone. I don’t read the newspaper and I do my best not to fidget. I nod to any passersby. It’s taken time but the wait’s been worth it. Now, the other chair is almost always occupied. I’m a happy listener, and the men are remarkably patient with me.