At the office

A poem about surviving the work day

Jim Esch
May 25, 2024

Inside, fans and hums
are dutiful company

time leaps like astronauts
in yawning lunar pauses

ringing phones swirl
around tired twisted hearts.

I grin, knowing ways
to outlast this limbo

I can ball a paper towel, toss
it in the trash basket behind my back

I can spy from my desk the trees
washed blue through tinted glass

I can see my car waiting
at the edge of the lot

I can feel a less ghostly world
hanging on a breath line

always about to be splendid
because I know my lover

will meet me soon outside
and embrace me.

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