Breaktime


Walk forward, straight forward,
turn right, walk through the door.
Take a seat.
Body relaxes, pulse returns to normal,
respiration regulated.
Take a bite.
Soothe your hunger.
Scoot to your left, next passenger.
Chitter-chatter.
Your brain hurts, you feel tired, drained,
and want to put your legs up.
Why can't there be silence,
just one quiet moment,
a moment to meditate.
Enjoy my salad.
Just a peaceful moment.
Times up!

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    This Poems Story

    The reality of the breakroom. No safety, hardly relaxing for the introvert. We need our own safety net in the breakroom. A nap station, a pina colada and some relaxation music. Our time is a bliss