Floating Happily Poem by Margaret Alice

Sam came in yesterday, where’s your mobile, that
branch of a tree, asked he, still remembering my
decorations, shells and angels and fairies, how
delicious to see him again

Greeted Corney this morning, reminding me
of Michele the Canadian and our simultaneous
conversation, both talking at the same time and
hearing everything

Corney so satisfied with this competition; feeling
a queen in Kingsley, all my old colleagues are
here, all the best memories of yesteryear, this
is a ship at sea

We are all floating happily, though the crocodile
ate oatmeal cookies and eyes nearly popped out
of their sockets, just one joke, laughing in
joy overflowing -

The pain forgotten, the crocodile floating about
enjoying the company of people in Kingsley…