Circumference Of Everything Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pillars of stone standing here and there in buildings,
holding them up, forming entrances in which to find
our ways.

Exactly finding the place, going in every direction,
being somewhere in the circumference of everything
that is open.

Waiting for people to come and enjoy themselves or else
work in measures of time, supervisor's wants and needs
at times being abusive.

Stretched beyond endurance, stressing and keeping their
employees on edge, sickness and depression setting in
for some.

Others taking it all in stride, letting it roll off of
their backs like water off a duck as it comes out of
the lake.