White Room

1-2-23
In a three-story building, a rectangle window
I want to see myself going back to where I came 
But these two people walked in unannounced 
I’m not sure how, but both called me by my name

One came across as caring if I felt alright
A strange question to ask, seeing we just met.   
But correcting her would do no good
It’s obvious their plan was already set

The second one, now he’s the one to watch
His feet were like his opinion, heavy and direct
I turned my head just in time
I must have looked like a wreck. 

Turning to settle behind my desk
To determine what was so important 
Wondering if these were my new clients
What kind of attention they warrant

But the desk was not there, taken
How can I get any work accomplished?
Then I think maybe I saw a memo 
Someone included it on their prop list

I asked them to sit on the side of my bed
Embarrassed by this bad-timed occurrence 
Thankfully they refused my amateur offer
And their attention was diverted by a disturbance 

It must have been a meeting just announced
I heard one man asking for everyone’s attention 
Three other people in identical robes
I know there’s Something I failed to mention 

With nowhere to sit and nothing to sell
I returned to my bed to think this through 
looking at my clothes, that tied in the back
I noticed me feet, I had only one shoe

The flatscreen on the wall, gave me no comfort 
Though I’d say that was nice they added that feature 
Still curious as I notice my door had no lock
Was I some spectacle watched by all sitting on a bleacher 

I tried to make a call, figured I’d get the report
That I needed to have to seal this mystery
It must not have been finished, yes, still getting approval 
Odd, but it mostly contains, all of my history

They changed my lines, they brought me a meal
Didn’t even request these, they knew my position
A man of authority, someone with great clout
Yet I’m falling asleep, was this the intermission?

Off I went, they kindly checked me during the night
Gave me something to drink, checked on my status
This whole office was so quiet, so vacant, so calm
Every room alike, using the same apparatus
 
Awaking the next day, I became aware, nothing was replaced 
The good news is that two new clients stopped in
Then this all became clear, yes, now I know where I am
I must be at a resort; now where do I begin?
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Craig Krause

Craig Krause

A person with an incredible future who often lives in and revisits the past

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