For One Day

Let all executives
lay down their power
like a welcome mat,
do things their egos
tossed in a box
stored in a dusty attic.

Let them wash windows
of a high-rise while suspended
on a thin thread,
hoping today won’t be
the day the wire breaks.

Or mop floors and eat lunch
from a grease-stained paper bag,
wondering if today will be the day
the slick floor reaches
for their ankles and pulls.

All the so-called invisible workers
will ride in convertible Corvettes,
hair blowing in the wind,
faces glowing in sunshine
or fly in private jets
with a glass of champagne
in each hand.

Mother Earth sprouts
extra blooms on tulip trees,
more grass in fields.
This balance
her sigh of relief
if only for one day.

© Robin Wright

Robin Wright lives in Southern Indiana. Her work has appeared in One Art, Young Ravens Literary Review, Spank the Carp, The Drabble, The New Verse News, Bombfire Lit, As it Ought to Be, Rat’s Ass Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, Sanctuary, and others. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and her first chapbook, Ready or Not, was published by Finishing Line Press in October of 2020.

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