Nesting Languidly [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Today, think Sinbad; I'm a pirate clad in wide, black
burka pants & zebra-stripe T-shirt - without a knife
gripped between teeth - it can be arranged - & I've
strapped a frozen water bottle to my back to abba
ice-cold liquid as my cooling system because this
building our Department is housed in cannot effect
a working air-con system; I'm ramrod-straight like
a sea-rat spritzing water on my face, counterpoint
to drinking energising coffee, warm and delicious

Still doing exercises in front of my computer as the
Department fails to provide me with a back-support
chair - standing's Internet-praised as good-for-you
anyway, ear-phones to reduce open-plan office with
chicken-coop cackles to a uniform noise in order to
keep my poise; it's blessed life on an exceptional day
in a universe where loving, intelligent energy fills
every consciousness & we're free to mould energy

Into lives that please us - mine is so good it will be
the last reincarnation on this earth; after death I'll go
to a non-physical plane & continue learning without
corporeal impediments, relaying information through
a willing spiritual medium who prays only kind & good
voices should come through - a magnificent vision -
in the meantime, we formed a noisy new group, the
Smiling Nightingales because we are always happy:

Azui, Thokozile, Mimi and me - who greet each other
melodiously "Hal-loo - Hal-loo" - while I'm making
progress with the Portuguese Regulations nesting
languidly on my desk…