When I come back to the office
we will all look older.
And that’s because we will all be older.
No one will return as they were. As they left. Even
if they sit in similar seats, and the fashions
haven’t changed all that much.
Meeting rooms will be booked. Restrooms taken.
Notebooks will be misplaced and there will
be coffee, I’m sure and
everyone will have
an avalanche that happened
while they were away
some ice that broke off
that fell off of them
into the canyon below.
Incredible imagery. The coffee, although welcome, won’t compensate for the billions of avalanches.
My canyon is full.