Office Power Down
Caught in the late afternoon sun
About to finish at the office
I watch the almost grey clouds
Roll beyond the tinted plate windows
Lorry grinding down the gears
Into another story..
As my focus leaves the screen
To slip behind it.
Cleaner stalks with billowing black bin-bag
Throwing away the relics of another plastic day
With bored resignation.
I watch her reflection in the window
It wants to dance with her
But the music is too low for her to hear
Yet she makes unconscious music anyway
Throwing bins back under the shadows of desks.
It's almost time now.
Time to power down.
And leave my resin Buddha to meditate under neon
A high resolution screen staring at the back of his head.
Yet a tree stands waving into my peripheral vision
Singing a wind song
and I stare, smiling at a gap in the clouds.
Ian Bond Aug 09