roaring currents, breaking waves –
cacophony around my desk –
the ringing phones, the clanging keys,
the voices – never at a rest –
it swirls around me without end,
but i am the office breakwater –
it shocks me with its potency
but can’t rock my foundation –
as i came in, i’ll leave again,
and no amount of din can cease
the longing of my heart for air
and nature, books and peace –
—–
office hours dull and dreary
roll around me like the waves,
washing over all desires,
leaving drowned dreams in their wake –
yet i stand firm in the midst
of the turmoil I work through –
i am breakwater, i remember
who i am and what i do –
i am trapped from 8 to 4,
tossed around and beaten down,
yet when i am out the door
i still find me safe and sound –
i am breakwater, i am strength –
i know what i really want –
i can bear the brunt of waves
that is neither me nor mine –
stillness falls as i walk home,
storms though rage behind me still –
softly moving from their midst
i recover – always will –
daily hours drag me under
yet i every day emerge –
bring me storms and bring me thunder;
i am the foundations of the earth –
daily hours try to kill
my creativity – and they fail –
for deep inside me, buried safely
poetry will yet prevail –