Issue #4: From the Desk of an Assistant (in My Twenties)

a poem is just saying the truth out loud.

At a law firm I filed and flagged,
Timenotes in rows, my inbox lagged.
But somewhere between the briefs and binds,
I mapped out order, calmed the grind.

Grad school whispered: you manage flow.
Not just the tasks, but where they go.
Strategy, comms, the moving parts
I tracked the pulse of shifting starts.

From airlines to housing, I crossed domains,
Learned to speak in loss and gains.
Stakeholders, users, shifting frames
Each one added fuel to flames.

Now back in law, but eyes anew,
I see the systems, and what they do.
Litigation’s pace, the quiet mess
I crave to bring it something less.

I’m stacked with goals in sight,
I steer the storm, I course the flight.
My twenties twisted, looped, and ran —
But left me sure: I build the plan.