What I am thinking.
what am i thinking?
It's a great wide world out my office window. It's beautiful and entrancing, and it's everything I can do to avoid looking at it. Each day is a constant battle - the pushing and pulling of the little mental world I'm paid for and the little mental world I'm not. Sometimes, I'm a little bitter about that, but at other times, I reflect on the way my work allows me to go to wild places in my free time. It is, again, a push and pull. This poem is a bit of that, though perhaps more push than pull. I often sit here,
Doing my best to tune out The noises of daily life So that I can mentally wander Through the Eastern Sierra Nevada, Flying over the white, gray peaks, Exposed bedrock, and withering, tired Sub-Alpine foxtail pines. Sharp edges against the soft blue sky. Swooping valleys, Like great finger scoops in clay. Crystal blue lakes with looming, Subsurface granite blocks visible from above. I swim in the frigid waters, Looking at the ice-white granite Towering in their verticality all around me. Then I'm gone, Sitting in my chair at home As my computer speaker chirps out Something about revenue recognition. But I am peering vaguely over the screen And out the window At the soft blue sky of the Northwest, Fringed with the distant outlines of Douglas Firs.
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