THE LUNCH HOUR

Oh Dear, Thank God
The time has come once again.
And now, the buzz will begin.
Reminiscent of sounds
of bees making honey
in the deep silent jungle.

The 12th chime of the
hour clock is a “whoops”
for the Aussie stomach

A time of great expectations
And even greater preparations.
Where the choice of a lunch box
is as important as its contents.

Missing the lunch hour
is unthinkable.
Having no plans for it
is unforgivable.
A cardinal sin against “tete - a - teteing”

A perfect time to romanticize
the act of eating, and
squeeze the final drop of gossip
from unsuspecting lunchers.

A time to escape the
pressures of “officialdom”
and boredoms of work!
This, I suspect,
the prime reason(s)
for such enthusiastic
embrace for a subset of worktime.

The aussie lunch hour
Is a spectrum of
changing emotions.

From that of great expectation
To that of greater trepidation
as the last chime of the hour
hits the pit of the stomach.

The shuffling gaits back to work
contrasts the happy strides
towards the Lunch hour
A sad ending to such happy beginnings.

Oh dear, Dear God.
How time flies!.
As back to Work beckons


©UCHE