In
my book Poetry at Work, I conclude with
a chapter on the poetry of retirement. At the time I wrote it, I didn’t have a
set date for retiring, although the idea was taking on more importance. Early
last summer, I informed my managers that I would be retiring in the spring. My official
last day in the office was May 1.
Three
weeks later, I’ve found myself with something of a surprise. I thought I would
miss the daily routine, the crisis du jour, the adrenalin rush of being always
on call, the constant checking of the cell phone buzzing with emails, texts and
phone calls.
The
surprise is that I haven’t missed it at all. It’s as if I walked out thinking I
was part of an epic poem and instead found myself with a haiku, a short glance
backwards and then it was done.
To
continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
Photograph by Paul Brennan via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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