There has been no reprimand, only the aim
to prosper. Maybe I’m growing older;
I can curl within the obstinate black lines
of jargon text and find some merit now
-- if I use the knuckles of my brain, impinge
upon my love of simplicity’s clean lines,
hector my way down to the fundamental core
and find commonality. I want to accept that
the only real duress is the grip of my skull.
I want to codify all these tiny moments
into a life fulfilled.
This poem was written in response to Poetry Prompt #108 on Read Write Poem.
Photo by Travis S.
I think starting a new job is kind of like meeting a new person: if you want to get along, you need to find some common ground. What aspects of your job mesh best with your personality traits?