remotely working

my commute is three steps 
right, remote, tucked in 
a corner nook, two monitors, 
a tailless mouse to navigate 
my nine to five, eight
hours that clock in more
like ten, days unbroken, 
no set end, spilling into 
night, screen strobing
glare where zoom call talking, 
soft-filtered heads in squares
haggle over bottom 
lines, strategies to mitigate, 
review, discuss, congratulate…
postmortems of recent 
mistakes, scheduling another 
call because we need more 
time…get more done remote 
I’ve found, used to do this all 
onsite, brick and mortar 
cubical bound, ‘til Covid 
flipped the universe and office 
rats like me disbursed, haven’t 
missed a sunset since, stuck in
traffic in the dark, no trudging 
through car lots from
that one spot left to park, 
multitasking makes it work
with colleagues from around 
the globe, just a keyboard 
click away, three steps, right, 
is my commute…I settle in while
the WiFi boots, as hummingbirds 
outside my window, left, sip 
nectar, then flit-fly away

~kat

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 14 Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write a poem that similarly bridges (whether smoothly or not) the seeming divide between poetry and technological advances.

I have mentioned in the past, sometimes you have to create your own glimmer. Today’s offering meets that criteria. Meet the new side table topper on our back porch. Every time i look at this little planter it makes me smile. And that is exactly what a glimmer should do! It was quite a find at the garden center over the weekend. Makes me happy! A very happy Tuesday to you!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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