I sit here each day
In this tiny office,
My attention focused
On my computer
And the multitude of calls
That come through
The switchboard;
The walls are bare
Save for photos
And sticky notes,
But a single window,
High up,
Long and narrow,
Gives a view
Of bright blue sky
Between terra cotta walls,
And frames the occasional visit
Of a curious bird.
I escape through that window
When the stress
Becomes too much,
Riding the clouds
To a far off land
And watching the changing
Of the weather
From morning to night,
Before returning once more
To reality.