A poem about the flood of work
Work flows like a raging river
washing over sandbags of effort
all sense of calmness washed away
and “where the hell is that file?”
Our stress management skills
no longer hold back the flood of
demands, threats, conflicts and hassles.
Even a broken paper clip can snap us into stress.
We are mired knee deep in irritation
as our heels sink into the mud and the shine leave our shoes.
We grab a late latte lunch
to make it past 2:30 without dozing at our desk.
We must craft a raft.
A raft of resilience fused with equal parts of
calming breaths, realistic expectations, and human kindness.
Using NO as our rudder to steer away from
turbulent waves of relentless work.
When the water recedes,
will the cherry blossom bloom?
by David Zinger
