I am rushed and booed through the day
But not this morning.
Alone on the bed
I regret myself and my time,
My inner pace awakens
And I write, I read, I think
With joy and deep breaths.
The day will start later today.
Thin grass
My feet are softened by the office
But find a strong support
In this thin grass.
It gives them air and sincerity,
The honesty of plants
And the hope of seasons.
Woolly words
You speak soft words
In a language dear to me.
The memories fly in and life makes sense again.
A friend is more than a ear or a shoulder,
It is our hand and eyes,
A family of sounds,
A nest of stranger’s feathers,
a piece of the stubborn beating leathery heart.
Companionships
Well dressed animals with endangered opinions
Scan the floor and the offices
To locate their natural spot.
Women with confidence
Judge, yet support each other,
Holding invisible hands during each meeting.
Squeaky chair
I open my eyes and stand up,
I walk and almost run,
I jump and almost fall on this late train.
I cared for my clothes and my hair,
I feed my colleagues and cheer my boss,
Yet my chair is squeaky,
But I will not sit for long.
Number fever
I run high on these numbers,
They tell what will come
and how the business has been.
I trust them and they give me a reliable picture.
No room for fun or surprise
In the land of data.
