On a Meeting with the Mountains in View

Mountains loom behind the glass-walled conference room
Where sleepy faces not their heads and argue
The subject is a product with a future filled with gloom
And the voices coarsely insist, “Take the long view.”
But here there is no thunder. Here there is no heat.
Here there is no reason to believe in what is seen.
Here there is no present. Here there is no past.
Here there is no passion in the dream.
When the rust light slants across
The distant mountain range
The conference descends into the night.
Epiphany achieved within the profit gain,
Congratulations light up eyes now bright.
For now they’re going home,
Now they’re leaving here.
The meeting now is over,
There is great good cause for cheer.