One of my jobs in my career as a paralegal took me to MTV Networks in Manhattan. I was so star-struck about living and working in New York City that I quit a perfectly good job in Scranton, PA to accept a position that didn’t pay enough to make my budget work in a bigger market. I didn’t care at the time. I just wanted to work in the City. It was something I’d dreamed of since I first set foot on the sidewalks of Times Square. The energy. The possibilities. Positively intoxicating!
I was eating lunch at the restaurant in the Paramount Hotel one afternoon, observing people around me, wondering what they did, who they were. Wishing at times I was something more than I was. I felt my life was nothing compared to theirs. My table was on the balcony. The walls were lined with mirrors. I was sucked in by the many reflections, and a poem came to me. I’d like to share it with you.
REFLECTIONS
Blue candles flickering,
Giant mirrors reflecting
Straight backed chairs holding
Straight necked gurus;
Life is seeming to bounce itself
Between me and them.
Money trickling down the isle,
Bypassing the middle, recycling,
Redistributed back to them,
Never making it to the likes of me.
The Accidental Apologist 