On The Wrong Earth Poem by Margaret Alice

I am too happy to be quiet
and dead, sitting immovable,
typing my document, I look at
a word, but my thoughts jump
away to a faraway place

Seeking another challenge, a new
idea, can’t remain imprisoned in my
office today, at least, not willingly; I
will grow sad, start to feel bad,
ashamed of my inability

To concentrate, guilty for not meeting
the norm, a few flat words on paper,
no faces, no conversations, dead;
the quiet holds no magic today -
Wayne Dyer recommends

“Feel inspired and significant” – I can’t
while translating Interpol’s indictment
of humanity as criminal; I am living
on the wrong earth after it was
destroyed by the Vogons

And resurrected by the
dolphins…*

*Douglas Adams “Thanks For All The Fish”