The Case for MisReading

Well, the lovely NotKate may have accompanied me, but her presence was not enough to stop the session of the Reader we had intended to see being sold out.

So instead, a poetical interlude inspired by a recent day at work:

Opening of doors,
tapping of glasses,
still shaped water.
A flurry of fingers,
voices brought in from the wilderness,
the squeal of felt pens on cold white plastic.
Getting somewhere slowly,
consensus comes with time.

Verdict: Not terribly inspiring; Pam Ayers I definitely ain't. 2 stanzas out of 5.