Dream At The Office

He dreamed of hands calloused, back aching. The broilers and fences to be repaired. In here, a plastic ramp propped up his feet and his chair swiveled. Two hours and he hadn’t moved. He leaned back to stretch, heard a vertebrae pop. Outside it looked sunny, but maybe getting windy. In his dream, the weather and the seasons beyond were tied into his bones like hunger after a sunrise morning. It sounded nice, natural. Some day, when he was through this document and had lived his time in this city. The horizons of his soul were ready for country air.