At the office
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.
