I am sitting at the meeting
Wondering why I‘m here
The others seemed to have the knowledge
My mind seemed rather bare.
Would I remember all this input?
Did I really care?
Was it time to move my feet,
And get the hell out of there?
I gaze out the window,
The view has caught my eye.
A roof is glistening in the sun,
I didn’t realise we were up this high.
Looking down at the floor,
Oh no, my tights have a run.
The ladder goes up the side of my thigh,
At least the other foot has none.
We are put in groups, ideas to share,
A question… I need to respond.
Some wisdom or thoughts they seem to expect,
Can I get away with just a nod?
I don’t know what they hope I will say,
Pearls of wisdom from a dew-drop brain.
They look at me expectantly,
My comments sound rather lame.
The air-conditioning is never right,
It changes from moment to moment.
Now I’m sweltering, hot as heck,
The next my feet will be frozen.
The day is over, what did I learn?
The food was good, those tiny cakes great.
Met some new people, heard an idea or two,
And caught up with quite a few mates.
A day away from work,
Not the type I was dreaming.
But a change as they say,
That’s an interesting stain on the ceiling.