SATURDAY Poem by Alexis de Roode

It's an odd thing. Recently
I can't help getting the feeling that I have a soul.
It's dark outside, but inside there's a light burning.
There's music and poetry and a girl dancing round the room,
and not just in the room, but in me too.
I could even go to the office.

Oh well... there were times I used to watch teenage mothers on MTV.
In those days I played music, just any music.
And when my girlfriend danced, I watched her out of the corner of my eye.
And the poetry I wrote was bitter and highly strung.
But today, a day when it is raining nonstop,
I've got my life back.

My eyes have got eyes once more.
From my outside to my inside ears
comforting messages seep whispered through.
Glorious. Just take a look at me sitting here,
with all my crimes, major and petty.

Now I've got a soul again I can't possibly
lose. Today I'll spend the whole day looking
for the right word to describe the movement
of mighty deciduous trees in the wind, in vain as always,
but with infinite confidence.