On Monday,
by the house near the intersection,
I saw a three-wheeled fun machine
abandoned in the grass.
It seemed so lonely there,
its handlebar turned to one side
like open arms waiting for
a rider to come astride.
As I walked by,
it spoke to me,
“Today may be Monday,
time for work,
but I’m here to remind you
without time for play
everyone turns into a jerk.”
My mind lept to the way
work is now structured
with cell phone as leashes,
no one is untethered.
So even when trying to play,
work can be calling,
not far away.
And then we wonder in
C-suites
and
boardrooms,
why our people look so tired
and
seem to be going through the motions.
And so I resolve to heed
the three-wheeled fun machine’s call
to not be a jerk
and
plan time for fun
as well as
for work.