From the Factory Window I
late afternoon one Sunday
we stood at the factory window
and watched a storm move in
across the distant fields.
we were production-line workers,
able only to watch for a short while…
so with half-hearted resolve we turned
reluctantly from the world outside,
and moved like sleep-walkers
back to our noisy machines;
barely noticing later the rain
as it beat furiously down upon the
pre-fabricated walls erected to protect us
from nature’s rude inconveniences.
– Jerry Dan Deutschendorf