Losing The Plot Poem by Margaret Alice Second

There's a Bubble-Universe in my head and I
frequently fall into the depths: that's why it's
so difficult to look up terms -while doing fine
checking every line, I suddenly lose track of
my place on the page, then feel as if I'm lost
in space and time, chronological sequences

Are lost and I boil in the heat of the anxious
hot spell in my head which cooks my brain
into a wire-mesh and I have to wait until the
storm is past to balance on the hexagonal
lines that encompass the holes in my mind;
only then can the search for the meaning of

Terms commence & the joy of investigating
to find the correct content and concomitant
success, temporarily obliterate the shock
on losing the plot…