I Have the Power of Invisibility

I sit alone, invisible, on this chair In a climate conditioned 22. Surrounded by pin-boards, computers and boxes At a grey corner desk in a zoo. Detachable shelves hang, offering a space To put all our things of import. People whisper and gossip and mutter and moan Complaining about public transport. Glass walls are spotless, cleaned beyond clean, I sit quiet and silent and wonder Who fills these filing cabinets with heaps of piles Of forms too many to number. The clock, the exit sign, first aid, water bottle There’s so much fun stuff to look at. Nah, not really, it’s dull as all heck, My earphones block out the chit chat. This music blocks thoughts, blocks phone conversations, Blocks noises of office and drawers. Allows me to focus on the book I am writing On how to teach maths to the scores. Teaching gifted, and strugglers, hotshots and lazy. How to engage every single school student. To inspire their minds, how to make them solve problems So their life can experience improvement. I sit alone at this desk, this desk of deep thought, In an office of busy and clean, Not to be entertained or amused or treated But to strengthen the mind of the teen.