Light Unto Ourselves In A State Of Health Poem by Margaret Alice

Sitting here, staring with unseeing eyes,
still caught up in my book, now forced to
be of good cheer while the vibrations in
my mind has been stopped, experiment-
ting by visiting a new restaurant, prices
low; the owner a Terry Pratchett fan

Now the headache caused by the lovely taste
of his chicken mayonnaise, shot myself in the
feet, even lost the desire to read, I hate it when
my mind goes walkabout, leaving me here,
all alone, only my body in the chair,
my spirit gone

I’m not as strong as I try to be, reading every
day we need to be a light unto ourselves,
it only works in a state of health…