by Joanne Allen
I drove into town to do
some shopping at Wickes
and at the roundabout before
I noticed
a glass sided office block
completely shut down
looking derelict
disused
defunct
Except … except
on the 2nd floor
a window was
plastered with notes
of all shapes and sizes
full of messages
for the employee
inside
I wondered
when the time comes to return
what those messages
will say to the person
who so assiduously -
perhaps in a panic
put them up
Whether they’ll make sense
whether it will be possible to remember
what they were about
why the demands that deadlines be met
whether they’ll have any relevance
when that employee sits down uncertainly at their desk
and whether he or she
can relate to the person
who thought they were
important
© Copyright Joanne Allen- THACS Writers Online 2020