Gardening Leave

Being paid to not show up to work.
It sounds like a fantastic deal, doesn’t it?
What could be better?
What, indeed.
How about not being considered so much of a threat,
Or so unpleasant to have around,
They don’t need to pay you to stay home.
What is one supposed to grow in this garden?
Delightful sweet Gratitude, perhaps?
Or maybe, some other fruits.
Rotten Resentment.
Hard Bitterness.
Sour Self-Doubt.
All very difficult to swallow and digest.
There’s no pleasure in this garden.
No satisfaction.
Only missed opportunities,
Still clinging to their branches,
But well past their prime,
And peak freshness.
Dried up and no good.


4 thoughts on “Gardening Leave

    1. Thanks. K. Shawn. This was my World Poetry Day poem. A very bitter piece of chocolate to be sure. I’ll send you an email with the details. There’s a lot so I apologize advance for the lengthiness of it.

        1. I never did send that email, did I? Well, things are better. I haven’t written much lately but I have a new job lined up that I’ll be starting in a few days. It’s only part time but it’s better to ease back work instead of diving head first into full time. I’ve been on sick leave with chronic fatigue syndrome and depression. Doing much better now.

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