Nowhere To Exist Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Sitting still for work purposes, sitting still for
meditation, not getting up and moving about -
there is nowhere to go and no reason to go
anywhere else, sitting still changing into ice,
legs freezing in immobile reflection on life

Putting on more clothes to face the Arctic cold,
extra socks, legwarmers, long extra-large fleecy
top, blanket also, sitting still not knowing where
to begin, round off work already done or start on
the new text that has me flummoxed

Trying to unravel long sentences about rebuilding
Africa, given the current state of my inner blocks
I opt to start on the new document, take my chances
with terms I cannot reconstruct; this moment has
nowhere to exist and my feet are freezing still…