Remote Workplaces

Questions about the latest and what's next.

She sits across the courtyard
with a laptop in her lap
tapping away at her keyboard,
long fingers seemingly 
never stopping,
forming words and sentences
most likely informing
colleagues of the latest
or replying to their questions
about what's next.

Staring occasionally
out into the trees
lining the courtyard,
she alternates between
sips of whatever
is in her Starbucks cup,
likely a latte, 
and her Swell water bottle,
likely fruit flavored water.

Suede Birkenstocks, yoga pants,
a light strappy t-shirt,
and hair pulled back
into a long ponytail,
arm her for the day,
remote and far away
from any office or
staid workplace.

A breeze picks up,
swaying the trees,
flickering their leaves
like floating shards of glass 
and blowing the young woman’s
pony around her head
and across her face
to her mild aggrevation.

Her concentration broken,
she flicks her hair back
with her left hand, 
squints into the trees 
and inhales the breeze
through her nose,
her mouth closed.

She pauses and shivers
as the breeze 
sends a chill
across her 
bare shoulders.

She closes 
her laptop,
collects her drinks
and things,
walks across the courtyard
and disappears 
into the building.

The courtyard 
was way 
more interesting 
when she
was here!