I can hear Nirvana playing in my head again. Even though the converted bathroom my Special Education Department calls an office is filled, I unleash the melody of my earworm. Soon the tell-tale lyrical opening plays in their heads:

Come, as you are, as you were

as I want you to be

As a friend, as a friend

as my own enemy…

“No, not that again,” Gina protests, too late.

For I am Prometheus reborn, stealing the fire of workplace inspiration and divergent thinking and returning to my ever-burnt colleagues with that necessary treasure.

Take your time, hurry up

choice is yours, don’t be late

as a friend, as a friend

as my own enemy…

I will lie chained upon my rock of routine by the Zeusian powers-that-be soon enough, and face the vulture of redundant attitudes by those whom I serve, as it feasts on the liver of my vocational hope again and again.

a long wait

for my own Hercules

to enter the breach

another breath taken

while the wounds heal again

for #NaPoWriMo2019 / GloPoWriMo2019 5/30

and WD April PAD