Ballet

Through the glass I watched
a ballet without sound,
a rhythm but no beat,
a song full of silence.
My eyes caught glimpses
of grand skill and discipline,
but all else was lost to me,
the music and the reason.

And then I saw at last-
it was no windowpane
but a mirrored reflection,
a semblance of endeavor
at the interminable desk.
My movements were quick,
graceful but unlively,
full of a tired sound.

There is always demand
and so, the dance goes on.