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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My co-worker posed a theory to me That our boss was born one hundred years later than she was supposed to be Neither of us could exactly put our finger on why, but I had to agree No makeup, unbrushed hair, bad teeth As though she just awoke from a long, troubled sleep Her mannerisms seem out of sync somehow with contemporary company; Solitarily sorting books in the back room of the used bookstore she manages each day to remain distant and dazed, as though unfamiliar with a world that has dramatically changed Nobody knows how old she is, but I’d guess upper-middle-aged She never seems relaxed or at home with where she has landed, always looking around as she walks through a room or doorway, ever vigilant She shows up each day looking like last night was another rough one, but her speech and ways seem oddly quaint and well-bred, strangely legalistic and more formal than needed in this squalid environment. She simply doesn’t seem at home in this place; She can stand two feet away from me and a co-worker as we’re sorting while joking and, while our hands are busy working, our minds are away playing, But she is immune to the general contagion of the strange repartee and laughs exchanged, seeming to hear nothing we’re saying. Never laughing herself nor conversing, guarding her thoughts, observations, and history from judgment, and getting lost in her own world such that the sudden awareness of the presence of another person can induce a violently startled jump the other way. And I know what that’s like, as I’ve spent many years in that state, so it is painful to see it in another neglected appearance and another needlessly nervous wreck of a person who is wishing to just go home or one day somehow escape this place where her body has ended up by way of a misdirected fate. But today she took my co-worker and I by surprise when, after being shown a book with a cover featuring a picture of Jesus playing golf, she smiled widely and lively, and she replied, “That’s ridiculous! Everyone knows Jesus only played tennis!!” It was just a small joke, but it was like seeing a rainbow in the refracted light on a dark sky It gave me hope that, despite being meant for a time perhaps one hundred years ago, in this day where she was nonetheless sent, she may someday come home.
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