Office Poem

Office Poem

At the end of the day
Feet up, chardonnay at my right hand
Supper done, dishes washed
My mind turns around events
Looking for meaning
From the hours in the office
Phone calls by the dozen
Emails uncounted
Reports shuffled from left to right
A meeting around a conference table
A dozen faces, voices, opinions
Questions, answers, ideas
For an hour I try to steer everyone
Like a captain raising and lowering sails
Turning the rudder
Directing the crew
Till we arrive in port, or consensus
Then lunch is something
Coffee insures that I will wrap up what’s due
Today
It all has meaning, I conclude
For it all leads somewhere
From the first cup of coffee
And the eight mile commute
Greetings as I make my way to my cubie
To the welcome relief of shutting down the lap top
And exiting to the parking lot
It all has meaning I conclude
Else the chardonnay is no reward