My office

Is the center

And I don’t mean like the star of the architecture or the focal point the building

I mean like dead center

As in completely surrounded by the rest of the bustling hospital

My office

Is closed off

No one may enter without a badge

That tells the doors you are important enough to permeate its frame

My office

Is tucked away

Between beautiful cartoon murals and brightly coloured lobbies

That help children cope with the dreary reasons they are actually here

My office

Is within those murals

Through those locked doors

Down hallways that are only painted a dim beige

Because childlikeness ceases when you scan that plastic image

My office

Is often analogous to adulthood

The world is full of beauty and foolishness

But the older we get, the less time we get to spend among its array of splendor

And more within the bare walls of reality

SWD 01/2018

Updated 12/2020