By Eleanore Lee
They still call it that
Even though now it’s all just screen time
Of course it is day
Definitely.
That glitter of sunlight
Streams through the front windows
Blurring my screens
Making me look gutted and washed out.
Now back into the Zoom Room.
How do I feel about all those tech people
Staring into my bedroom?
Can you read that woman’s book titles
Hanging behind her?
They look most scholarly.
(I’d better get rid of those old beer cans.)
Takes a lot of patience to adjust and tweak—
To work this way, day after day
Takes the patience of that old prophet.
Yes
That was his name:
Job
(Rhymes with globe and probe)
And wasn’t that one of our century’s
Great creators? Plural, of course.
Rhymes with blobs and sobs.
Eleanore Lee has been writing fiction and poetry for many years in addition to her regular job as a legislative analyst for the University of California system. Her work has appeared in a range of journals, including Alabama Literary Review, Atlanta Review, Avatar Literary Review, Carbon Culture Review, Existere Journal, Flumes Literary Journal, Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry, The Portland Review, and Tampa Review. She was selected as an International Merit Award Winner in Atlanta Review’s 2008 International Poetry Competition. She also won first place in the November 2009 California State Poetry Society contest.