Falling Forwards [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Here’s me typing an Adobe document, I don’t
know what it means, only that it’s in Registry:
sadly, my computer is now Adobe-free since
rugby discoveries, that the NZ All Blacks are
the most charismatic, interesting, competent
& lively team on the earth, that rugby played
well is poetry in motion: adjusted meal plans
this weekend, low blood sugar has me falling
apart - falling forwards while losing my sight
& mind - literally, and

Rectification attempts only worsened it - yet
doing Dutch Statistics can be fun - if & when
we enter into the spirit of a questionnaire - if
only I could stay upright with enough energy
to see me through; how to repeat it tomorrow
when the same fatigue threatens again, each
day’s an unopened package, a surprise - and
all the time it falls from my hands to break on
the floor - when shall I learn to keep it whole,
when can life become a self-contained feast

We dream when we meditate; I am working in
Registry tomorrow where falling forwards is a
humiliation - I must prevent this happening at
all costs – if only energy could be mine again