Delirious Myself 6.3.2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

Was going to work tonight, brought my
documents home for a preliminary study
of all I have to do - then my characters
continued their adventures

English Lions arrived, hubby delirious in
front of the TV; I made a salad - Tiaan
happily coughing; Nici making a video
with photos from Namaqualand

Playing to the song of “Forgive me Delilah,
the world will never be the same and you’re
to blame” to replace the video lost in the
theft of December

I’m delirious myself - dishes to be washed;
we read Wintersmith; Annagramma turning
into a real witch, she saved Tiffany’s life;
I’m bewildered - where should I stow

All the joy - how should I fall back to earth, reading
stupid, boring letters addressed to the President
as if he would be reading the hackneyed advice
of the self-satisfied…

3 June 2009