Eyes open at the sound of dawn: birdsong,
car horns, and alarm too loud for the hour.
We stretch, we yawn, rise up, take a shower;
we dress, we breakfast, lock up, and not long
after arrive at work, sit down to song
of day’s business. Phones ring, with clear power
bosses direct – soft then loud – and glower.
Reprieve comes at lunch’s approach. Ding-dong,
the hour strikes (the company’s town crier)
as colleagues en masse make for the hills – or
at the very least dash through rain, all for
a coffee removed from desk-bound. Drier
in a flash, a long sip of café noir
restoring peace: brief calm before return.
[Copyright N R Nolan © 2015]
[Image by Ross Schatz]