Working from Home
A robin darts past the window.
I am waiting for atomic energy
to crackle to life in the back yard,
to flash white and scatter
papers and spreadsheets around
the room, to erupt and flip
me over in my office chair,
a sudden change of position
for a shifted view of rough spackle,
the ups and downs and jagged
points, the nooks for dust and webs,
the walls and ceiling
like a slow bomb, dropping.
Where is the goddamn sky?
Where are my wings?
A robin dares past the window.
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I feel restless after reading this. Thanks for sharing!
Where is the goddamn sky?
Where are my wings?
-perfect-
I like the subtle difference in the first and last lines — dart to dare. Made me think. I love this poem and its touch of real humor. I’ve been where you are.
Love this shift from:
“A robin darts past the window.”
to
“A robin dares past the window.”
Ok, I’ll keep my current work arrangement.
😉
Great stuff! Look forward to your poems as always.
Love the power in “a slow bomb, dropping.”