On the day of a bad interview
a short poem
On the day of a bad interview,
Snow fell gently outside the office windows -
Blanketing a world different from the one
The man from the city inhabited here,
His look of consternation and doubt
An accompaniment to my own awakening truth
That sprang from the caverns of my chest
And swelled in my throat with each passing minute.
~
While answering his questions, I stole glimpses
Of the winter world outside. Its peace and
Supreme beauty seemed to say more than
The city man behind the desk, his thick neck
Bulging from the starched collar of a white
Button-down. He played football, while I never
Stepped onto a football field. That fact alone
Doomed my chances before we ever sat down.
~
At the end of the interview, the city man looked
At his watch, wishing me luck with any
Future endeavors that might come along -
As if to imply that the future belonged
To anything but that very instant; that very moment
In which the falling snow outside gifted the earth
Another day to slumber, another day to rest,
Before waking with the sudden vigor of a new spring.
About the Creator
Pohai Müller
I believe we’re only as old as we feel, and that each person has a story to tell.
Swiss-American, currently based in Northern Michigan.
Portfolio... pohaimuller.com
Blog......... pohaimuller.wordpress.com
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