Monday

Exhausted My blank expression Matches the morning. Waiting I stare straight ahead Watching rain Merge into silvery drops Before beginning their slippery descent Down the length of My windshield. Turning the engine off I wait A little longer It’s just another day Nothing ever gets better And Nothing ever changes. My life is in Black and white Straight ahead Nestled in steel and glass Is my world An office With the soul of a factory The beat of a sweatshop. Somewhere in the maze Of cubicles An empty work station With my name Printed in plastic letters Waits for me. When I forget There is always something to remind me A word A look A gesture Almost a blur Of someone’s shoulders That no one cares What happens to anyone. I dream of an office With a door To shut myself out And become invisible To the noise And office rumors. Cursed with a timid heart Burdened with responsibilities I glance at my watch Rushing in so as not to be late A few minutes early is all I ask Work in Work out Don’t think about anything else Forget the day for now And so I put it out of my mind.