(C) 2016 Howard Dart Humeston
I would rather be writing a poem
instead of eyeballing spreadsheets
inserting mathematical formulas
into cells reflecting net revenue
or some such silliness.
Running my eyes slowly across the petals
of a purple spotted orchid
or dragging my toe into the wet sand
along the fleeting rush
of the ocean’s fingers.
These things fill my spirit
and dampens my eyes in ecstasy.
Love, beauty, excitement and magic
live in those moments.
Not in cell AH: 172.