The ceilings I know are made of 

Golf polos and blue jeans, worn down by leather (office chairs)

 

The ceilings house closed door meetings,

Invites headlined by “Gentlemen,”

 

The ceilings I know are opaque,

The rules are clear, unfortunately universally understood.

 

The ceilings are playing mind tricks,

Letting light in, warming the air.

 

The ceilings are the same as ever,

A new skylight here and there- glass.

 

The ceilings I know let light in on good days,

But the room is suffocating nonetheless.

 

The ceilings!..

..I know.