Feelings: Human Steam Train, Glide Around The House Poem by Margaret Alice

I love the total chaos and confusion at present
we’re wrecking the office and the system while
Hanlie’s on leave; does the scanning and I send
the e-mails of documents to Batchelor and Ueda

And in between I receive replies to invitations
and try to type up a list while faxing some other
documents – my running shoes prove invaluable
when I charge down the passage at full speed and

All make space - laughingly – for this human steam
train – I love going into overdrive and trying to
do a hundred things at the same time such as
quickly writing a poem or comment in-between;

It may not make one hundred per cent sense,
but it will show good intent – and on Monday
we shall have another interminable meeting;
I shall take Jane Roberts with me and try to

work on my subconscious while all are reporting
on progress or lack of it – what a joy life is!


Glide Around The House

What’s wrong with the tiles these days
Lieb and I used to glide on it – barefoot,
nowadays when I try to work up some
speed, there is no glossy surface beneath

My feet– after careful investigation I’ve
found the new tiles set in kitchen and lounge
only resemble the old ones – but does not
present the same glossy surface

One of my few peak experiences is to glide
around the house – the other is to march about
whistling the tune of “Bridge over the River
Kwai” – I prefer the sliding though

Maybe one day I’ll cut my feet on the
broken tiles as Martin predicts – but
since I enjoy the wooden splint in my hand
so much, watching its progress with

Fascinated interest – refusing all suggestions
of removing it - I suspect I would even like that
- it is always so nice to have a new wound to
prod and study - I used to be so jealous of

My brother Ian; he used to have the most
injuries, from rusty nails to thorns in his feet,
every wound became a proud feat – it is such
fun and the body’s defences

Are great to behold - once the pain
is gone!