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