My Article

Shimmering lights bounce off tall buildings. 

People rushing

Point A point B and back again.

Bright lights rise and fall

but nothing else changes.

These lights burst through my lazily closed curtains.

The daily alarm sounds

blaring horns

crazed shouts.

So my routine ensues,

roll out of bed

coffee

shower

dress

more coffee

Hitting the streets by 7:54.

I pass assortments of people,

fascination glinting in my eye.

Huge red letters read New York Times.

I enter the doors beneath.

Greetings fly

they are returned with matching enthusiasm

A fresh pad of paper

newly sharpened pencils

all wait for me.

Settling into my plush office chair

a shrill ring screams from the corner of my desk.

"Line two for your interview"

I press the blinking button.

One hour

One pad of paper

Two pencils

then i hang up the phone.

I then delve into my mind.

Pulling and plucking and choosing words

for each serves an important role.

The clock reads 11:37

my eyelids close 

remembering my path.

I am grateful for boring lectures.

Grateful for saving money.

Grateful for hours of study.

Grateful for failure.

Even more grateful for success.

Grateful for encouragment.

Grateful for everyday of work.

Eyes snap open.

Reorganize my desk.

Title my article.

Then lend a warm smile.

Morning awakes  me once again. 

Blaring horns.

crazed shouts

A knock stirs me from bed.

I collect the daily New York Times.

The front page could have read:

"Yankees Hit the Homerun"

or "Sunny With a Chance of Clouds"

but it didn't.

Instead was my article.