A poem that I wrote during my breaks at work today.
Break time. I hear the whistle blow.
A time to rest, a time to let go.
These men kick a hacky sack in May’s gorgeous sun…
I type away to WordPress as I hear a dorito chip crunch.
On these first fifteen minutes I pretend I’m at the beach,
Drinking margaritas in cool chalices of conquest and calm.
Condensation dripping to my fingertips,
Cool submersion in the vivid creations of my mind.
As I thrust my toes into the sand,
I am shook.
A song blares above the calmness of my imagination’s beachy shores…
It reminds me that there’s always more.
More work to do.
More days like this.
More hours desired in a day,
I wish I could spend a day like this the right way.