NaPoWriMo, Day Four, Poem Four

Go Ahead

 

Meditate

cross-legged

in office with

overflowing

heating vent

you have

not called

to fix.

Wind howls

louder than 

management,

all-hailing 

storm beat

body back,

picked up

their slack.

Commit

all travesties 

they accused

you of doing 

before there 

were closed 

doors, feet 

finally dry.