Folders, name tags, catered coffee—
new ones fade into the last.
Brainstorms, flip-charts, colored markers;
tracing time until it’s past.

Endless satisfaction surveys;
client-focused, data-driven . . .
rubrics, group collaborations,
ceaseless presentations given.

Is this hell – or am I dreaming
while the seconds crawl toward death.
Has our closure yet been offered?
(as we wait with bated breath . . .)

Some day will we gain credentials?
Will we do this in the heavens?
Shall the Lord, upon completion
turn our sixes into sevens?

Would I (as a soul in limbo)
recommend to peers this training?
Yes I would. With one condition:
only save what’s worth retaining.