Poem-The Interview

I don’t want any of it. I don’t want the job or the title or the pay.

I don’t want the company culture or the generous PTO. 

I want to put my feet in the sand as the waves speak to my soul. 

I want to sip my coffee slowly under a majestic tree whose leaves offer both solace and shade.

I want to feel the sunshine on my skin without worrying if lingering too long might mean missing that ever-pertinent Teams call.

I want slow, and purposeful, and reckless, and fast. 

I want freedom, and time, and gentleness, and rest.

”Did you hear me?” her irritated tone jolts me back to my relentless reality.
“I’m sorry, can you repeat the question?” I ask.

“Yes… What do you want from your next role?”