Applying myself 2

 
I'm pretty sure I saw the girl who got the job

Her smile as she passed me on the stairs
As wide as an automatic door
How did I feel about the web?
They'd asked
It's like a book
Except on a screen
You kind of dive into it
Through all these doors
One after another
Diving and moving
left then right
deeper and deeper
like trying to see the bottom through the top
like putting your hand into a pond
How did I feel?
I felt happy
But sad
Sometimes
Sometimes I dreamed of tidal waves
Waves crashing over this beach I'm standing on while I hold my daughter's hand running running so fast away from the water
Other nights I drank myself to sleep
At least I'd given up smoking
(Forgot to put that on my CV)
A runner who drinks and dives
A pond drinker who runs webbily
An ex-smoker who drinks running dreams
Is what I could have suggested
It's an indispensable marketing tool
Is what I said