That corridor.
The same paint-peeling door.
The same two letters.
Every time I return.
From sickness.
From holiday.
From Christmas.
Twelve attempts
of favourite pets, words and people,
a variety of years, dates
and single numerals.
I’m locked out.
The whole office
know where I’ll be
at 9.03.
At the desk of Graham
from I.T. He smiles.
He’s been expecting me.
Sarah L Dixon tours as The Quiet Compere. She has been published in Ink, Sweat and Tears and The Interpreter’s House among others. Sarah’s inspiration comes from being by water and adventures with her five-year old, Frank. She is still attempting to write better poetry than Frank did aged 4!