Tuesday, April 28th, 2009...5:38 pm
Carpool and Cubicle: Isolated Togetherness
Seven-forty a.m., scheduled carpool arrives.
I am the third and final pick-up, then we head
up the onramp, merging our own career-motivated
trio with another, and another.
Sneaking between cars, we ease left lane by lane to enter
the privileged “carpool only.” Inwardly we find
satisfaction at passing the lone commuters,
their brake lights red / no-red / red, morse-coding
another kind of S.O.S.: “I am alone.”
Radio’s on every time, and NPR morning edition drives
our word exchanges. Charged and lively
conversation, a convenient hiding place, a dark screen,
the evidence of unwillingness. Vulnerability is too risky.
A/C office atmosphere provides air, and we
breathe tasks, milestones, market strategies, data collection.
Friendly banter, quick wits, paper airplanes over
cubicle walls to break monotony. A fun office, and laughter,
but “even in laughter, the heart may be in pain.”*
I am determined; love drives me. I will be vulnerable.
It’s worth the risk. Son of Man in my heart
moves me to direct eye contact. I see window-pupils
and the life behind the irises.
It is a beginning.
God, may they see that I love them
because You first loved me.
* Proverbs 14:13
...to Know-Love-Obey God
5 Comments
April 28th, 2009 at 8:45 pm
This bit. Oh, loved it…
Inwardly we find
satisfaction at passing the lone commuters,
their brake lights red / no-red / red, morse-coding
another kind of S.O.S.: “I am alone.”
May 1st, 2009 at 8:03 am
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May 1st, 2009 at 9:31 am
Oh goodness, the bit about the morse code broken my heart. And this too:
“we
breathe tasks, milestones, market strategies, data collection.”
May 1st, 2009 at 1:57 pm
well said, the monotony of daily daily, the divinity of eternal life — to keep them balanced is why we believe – thank you for sharing —
barbara
May 5th, 2009 at 12:36 am
I’m catching my breath over window-pupils and life behind irises.
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