Unauthorized Break

Sometime around midday, I pause. My work area faces an unobstructed window. It’s only a few inches away; I can reach out if I want and touch the glass.

I don’t. It remains perfectly invisible. My mahogany desk though is so shiny it’s always marred by fingerprints.

Beyond this dark wood is a wall of brightness. A live background mural of clouds and sky and trees. Silent and untouchable. No one who is busy with accounting bothers to notice.

I can’t help but study the living movement of the palm fronds. I hope no one sees me.

My co-worker is blaring gaudy pop songs for the whole office to hear. But I have my own music– a soaring melody for listening ears only.

I imagine this–
slender leaves are fingers
playing piano

{This is my first attempt at haibun. I didn’t have one about dusk, which is the dVerse haibun prompt this week, so I am going to use this for Open Link Night #218. }