A glory glimpse of your mighty work, after grunting and groaning
up mounds of sweaty mountains–so worth
the breathing room of the corner office. I knew you here.
Studied and learned to read the blue prints of your plan for my life.
But returning to the valley assembly line Â . . .
I quickly reverted into a disgruntled blue-collar drone.
Clocking in complaints, among the hot rows of trouble,
The boss, distant and irrelevant, to the idols
cluttering my desk. I missed our team building exercises.
So daily I rise early, hike the heights for a clearer view of your presence with me.