I arrive at work each day,
parking my car each day,
thinking my way through
what it is I have to do,
when I arrive at work each day.
I turn the computer on each day,
opening the new email each day,
auto-deleting the spam
when I turn the computer on each day.
And then it’s crisis, issue, attack,
forward this, respond to that,
attend meetings that multiply
like rabbits, solve a problem,
solve a colleague’s problem,
grit my teeth with the colleague
who is the problem, dissuade
second-guessers, write, attend
another meeting, write more,
tweet three trade press links and
respond to follow requests, exchange
DMs with a reporter, sit
in a presentation, scarf down lunch
while posting to Facebook, take
two phone calls and let three go
to voice-mail (delaying the inevitable),
write more, post to the corporate blog,
discuss two issues with two people, get
a surprise visit from an old colleague,
write and draft plans and plan out
tomorrow and it’s 5 p.m.
I turn the computer off each day,
I walk to the parking lot each day,
I think how much of tomorrow
did today I borrow,
And I drive away from work each day.
This poem is submitted for the Poetics prompt of “Play It Again, Sam: Repetititon in Poetry” at dVerse Poets. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site.
Photograph: Architectural Background by Vera Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.