Cubicle Soliloquy

by Richard Martin

Exiting a maze of memory boards,
I entered a town whose gold-eyed inhabitants
shed mirrors of distance during elaborate conversations.
At the intersection of A and -A, a cloud of timeless clocks hovered above me like a portal to eternity.
While considering my options, the mayor emerged
from a sunflower in a garden of angels.
Over cocktails during a rainstorm of rainbows, she explained
the mantra of the town, its raison d’être for existing.
A woman of no particular age, her golden eyes gleamed, kindness. Periodically, schools of colorful fish swam through her,
until replaced by a staccato of sunsets without warning.
“You see in this world,” she said, “we honor the transience of beauty.”
She handed me a satin envelope and excused herself
due to a prior engagement.  I opened it and read:
Get your head into the game and see if you know your meditation facts with this mindfulness quiz.  PS LOL.
When my manager clipped me on the back of the head,
my laugher ceased.  A faint glimmer of hope flickered
on my laptop’s screen.