DANCER @ A DESK RETURNS…
I will be starting a new job tomorrow that means…DESK BLOGGING!
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A Poem I wrote…Dancer at the Desk:
Sitting at my desk, my little toe twitching,
My heart sinks as I look at the clock and see that only an hour has passed.
Listening for a beat; the tap drips, someone slams the fridge door closed, the phone rings.
The phone rings!
I answer with a polite tone, disguising my anger of their disturbance to my solitude,
Thinking about the movement I could be creating and experiencing if my body was somewhere else.
If my body was where my heart and soul lay together; living and breathing in the space.
A small tree branch catches my eye, swaying in the wind a bird glides in and then out of sight.
So free, so organic, not only their movement but their purpose;
What is mine?
Sitting at my desk, my index finger typing,
My heart sinks as I look at the clock and see that only an hour and 5 minutes have passed
I HOPPED UP OUT MY BED,
TURNED MY SWAG ON…NOW I AM SAT BEHIND A DESK AND NOONE CAN SEE IT…OH WELL, I STILL LOOK GOOD + IM GETTING MONAAYY OHHH!!
Rant!
If you ask me to make another phone call for you while you sit on facebook i am going to unplug this phone and…
…do a little dance!
