This Every Day

I found this in a file in my 2014 working folder on my laptop.

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I watch

birds fly;

me

chained to thoughts,

emotions;

my eyes

open;

my mind

closed;

my heartbeat

fluctuating.

I see

hundred pairs of eyes -

above some,

a frown;

below some,

a smile;

whiteboard scribbles,

power point slides -

what do they see?

what do they hear?

I wonder.

I walk

a concrete path

through

long corridors,

up

flights of stairs;

on my chair

as I sit,

my computer

stares at me -

is my breathlessness obvious?

I walk

a tarred road

uphill;

it’s one pm -

time for lunch;

in queue,

I stand;

steel plate

in hand,

fingers

strumming restlessly.

I see again

a hundred pairs of eyes -

sleepy,

pleading,

“No lecture!”

whiteboard

clean,

buzz sounds

of group discussion,

all minds

deeply engaged.

I board

a bus,

headed home;

mind

heavy;

a cage -

wherein

I rest

in silence,

around me

chatter.

And I’m home…