A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

NEXUS NINCOMPOOP
(8/24/11)


I have
an odd
job

from
a tiny office
in Oklahoma
I contact
converse
conspire
with people
from around
the world

emails
phone calls
priority post
I sit at my desk
and feel
at times
quite
the global
operator

at times
my mind
gets lost
in faraway
facilities
time zones
and personnel
rosters

I take
a break
and walk outside
to tread the pavement
smell the breeze
touch the trees
view the vehicles
both stationary
and passing by
to firmly root
myself
in the local
now

all of
the places
which I perceive
during the day
both foreign
and domestic
are as real
as this

those
distant folk
who seem to be
mere electronic
apparitions
also
walk the earth
breathe the air
and see
similar
skies

somehow
I provide
a commonality
for us all
that would not
exist
if I had not
been at work
today

I feel
at the middle
of something
significant
for a change

on my way
back
to the building
I trip
on an eighth inch
irregularity
in the sidewalk

at that moment
I am nothing
but the center
of my own
self absorption

I glance
about
to make sure
no one has witnessed
my clumsiness
then return
indoors

my empire
awaits