Back to Work
The papers slip into place, then
Snap! They're pierced and
Secured. Once, twice, many more
Times I repeat the task at hand.
A light bright blue turns on
And I dig in drawers for silver.
With a press of grey, the panel
Slides back and I offer the sliver
Back to work I go but not
For long. Click. Click. Something
Ill pierced causes a new delay.
Wiggle the sheets and a piece I fling.
Finally done, I onward move to
The whining beast in another room.
I feed it paper and in place of
Hums, I'm met with shrieks of impending doom.
Undeterred, I press on, sheet after sheet
Until an orange light accosts me -
The beast has run out of paper to give
And so I venture down to for more plea.
My prayers answered, the wonderful man
Restores three reams and I onward work.
But another problem arises: A paper jammed
Inside by an error of my own and I seek a desk clerk.
But then I recall: I can fix it myself!
And I delve into the beast.
I find the jam and toss injured sheets,
But when to work I go, still the whining doesn't cease.
The clocks tick on and still I
Play with the beast. But then, a new
Challenge we face: Ink is gone, and
The beast can no longer manage the queue.
I again move out and down to cast
My plea, but it goes unheard.
In this inkless land, these tasks can only
Go undone, yet their demand is absurd.
Untasked, I sit and wait and watch.
Children listen and read and test.
The teacher talks and scans and waits.
And finally a bell rings for us to rest.
At least until the next resounding hour
When we are all recalled to our
Tasks for the remaining day.
And we wouldn't have it any other way.
January 2, 2018