Frabjous Times


in my cereal bowl —
and somehow I think of those years
we spent.
Yesterday the word came down that I am to be out of a job starting the beginning of December, and that my project on product installation is to be turned over to a new hire. It's been building since September at least, but now it's official, and I'm here considering my employment options quite seriously. The one surprise to me was when I told my co-workers about the news, how nobody had an inkling that this was all happening, even though I'd confided in a couple of people about my precarious situation.
So even though this poem started out as one about the relationship between a couple of people, it occurs to me that I could read it differently, and not strictly one of loss and separation, but of introspection.
Originally published: 2003/11/22 08:09:29