Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Morning Time In The Office
The ladies all gather around their coworker and marvel
at the nice rock that adorns her finger. They get
an infectious case of giddiness as she announces
that her boyfriend proposed to her. Her moment
has the cubicle cheering and I'm starting to wonder:
Maybe I could chance it and scream out loud right now.
But I keep my mouth shut and speedwalk
past the celebration for I was in no mood
to smile and join in the festivities.
Call me a grumpy man if you want,
but I realized that stopping by to offer
the briefest of congratulations would only
prove to me that in this environment, my task here
is to go along with the flow. In fact, that's my
only real task for the week. Talk about vacations
and baseball games and upcoming projects.
Yesterday was the last day I got to be
outwardly honest for a while. I shared
parts of myself with a lady in a downtown
coffee shop, things that I usually keep to myself
but somehow started to fall out of my mouth.
Maybe she brought a level of comfort
to the public atmosphere where we sat,
where I didn't have to worry about
keeping a public face and a calm demeanor.
I shared and she listened and I probably
could've gone on forever. But closing time
stopped this makeshift nirvana from continuing.
We said our goodbyes and went along
our separate ways, and I knew
as I walked further down the city streets
heading toward my car to drive off
away from here onto my residence of
Suburbia that a moment like that
will have to last for a while.