A Poem for February 5th

I’ve written today’s poem about the boxes humans have created out of offices and to remind us that nature is the best setting for inspiration:

Out of office 

A metal box with fluorescent lights 
Flickering. Convalescing.
Holding their breath with a dry 
static sputter.

You won’t find me lauding a streaming 
white beam for toil

I’d rather be splashing through the ocean
salt gliding off my slick soft skin
invigorated by the encouraging
fireball above me
that soaks into my outstretched arms

and makes me feel more certain
of humans’ place as sophisticated mammals
than your fluorescent lights ever will