For two-point-five days
I still live in the world of work
Driving in the mornings to
morning radio news and views
Listening not for bon mots
to repeat and seem wise
I am ready to engage with the world
of money, power and office politics
I do though, love a good debate
armed with the latest news prompts
Driving home I am immersed
in music snatched from the TV by an app
Songs of life and love and death
wash away work except for the human bits
Softened by music I anticipate
my partner’s day, hoping for the best…
© Andrew Wilson, 2023
Responding to merrildsmith in Poetics over at the dVerse Poets Pub prompting on the theme of transitions.
There is so much unsaid in this, but I do think that both of you go through very challenging changes… it feels like a lot of pressure.
Sometimes it’s what you leave out that speaks loudest – thanks Bjorn
Those drives to work and back can be so contrasting. I like the description of those “human bits”, the only thing from our day worth saving sometimes. The ending adds another layer….
Yes, my partner is not so interested in the work itself but I can share the human bits… Thanks for visiting!
Oh, those commutes are definitely a time of transition. Time to anticipate and time to reflect.
Thank you for sharing and writing to the prompt!
Thanks Merril, I enjoyed that one…
Yes, always anticipating ones partner’s day, and hoping …
Thanks Misky…
interesting how we spend our lives emersed in two completely different worlds! Very well done!
Thanks Dwight – I will be over to yours but I am in the middle of my 2.5 days…
I work too so I can relate and hope for the best for my partner, who is also at work. We both strive to make our marriage and family and our jobs, all work harmoniously. Your ending is open-ended, but I am an optimist and hope all is well.
Thanks Grace – she is struggling since retiring – too much time for the past to surface but hopefully turning a corner…
I really, really like how you ended this one, Andrew… it’s very sweet and personal…
Much love,
David
You anticipate your partner’s day, that says something.