#2,448 Striking

Between demands of clients
my coffee cools [by design &
distractions my hours pass] –
I charge for my being me – a
clock-ticker [no desires now
for auld past hours – my lost
days eye-logged in factories
& workshops] – I should feel
blessed – no rush of winging
carts – this quiet work – from
home – is my last calling & all
I have known for twenty-odd
years – a cottage industry set
on un-fixed hours – no surety
of payment or employment –
& this afternoon I am striking