Beauty And Wonder Within Poem by Margaret Alice

In quietude of total solitude,
early morning in the office
conditioner humming, trying
to arrange my mind to meet
this day; looking for comforting
thoughts with which to attack
the documents on my desk
.
Trying to decide which fantasy
would enlarge the weary limits
of reality; still caught in the
nightmares of last night –
hubby had to wake me as I
was calling out for help –
wishing I could run away

From the thick mist enveloping
my brain, all sockets and circuits
blocked; wishing I could reread
Douglas Adam’s Thanks For All
The Fish and share his irreverent
take on life, the universe and
everything - maybe

I should take my purse and set off
somewhere until the gyroscope in
my mind is straight, until the
periscope through which the
alien in my head watches
the outside world has been
blessed with feelings sweet

Until the dream that eludes
me now comes alive and fills
the empty dreariness of my
thoughts with other-dimensional
joy in which happy souls are filled
with meaning and light, in which
frolicking clowns

Are telling jokes; sharing their
comedies with me, in which
reality falls away to reveal
the beauty and wonder
within…