An unknown time at an exact place.

An unknown time at an exact place.

A morning at work

An afternoon in thought

The difference wasn’t clear

Only the spot.

Wandering through an organic induced haze

Smiling phases seemed easily unphased.

Talking about the weather and staff

Happily sitting sharing their laughs.

Families’ forgotten loved ones all lost

Pleasures relearned, sensations re-taught

We would sit there and think of times that would come

The past was forever lost the present would succumb

Time would tick tock

Lost in itself Bringing meal times and medications around and about

It seemed to have less meaning than it ever did before

Yet the punch clock stayed resolute reminding us of the chore

And after the meal we would all gather around

We would sit there and think, happily bound.

by Michael Shubert