August 28, 2015

THE DESK

The desk he had was a mighty, big, massive

- strong solid oak one - and very expensive.

He thought he had finally arrived when it 
arrived. It filled his new corner office. 

He closed the door and his eyes as he sat there  - looking at himself - in all these inner "selfies" - he had taken of himself. He stretched his arms to the ceiling.  He hugged himself as he swung around and around in his big swivel chair.

He looked out the big clear glass window 
here on the 75th floor. He looked to the north and then to the east. He had a great smile 

on his face. He could feel the feel of bigness - big above all those tiny, tiny people down below. 

He had made it.

It took him one year - almost to the day - 
to realize that it was all an illusion -
struggling all these years to make it to
the top - only to learn at the big oak desk - 
that power wasn’t here. 

He got it when he got up and began to mix

with the others on the other side of that desk -
when he mingled with the minds and hearts 
of those down the corridor and those out
in the field. They did all the work and let him,
the boss, think he did. It took him even longer
to find out about his wife, parents and kids.

God stuff? 
Oh that kind of stuff was still way off -
in the distant  future.

© Andy Costello Reflections,, 2015