Through The Building Like A Popinjay 7.28.2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

Woke up with a headache today, running
through the office building like a popinjay,
wasting time with vain and empty chatter;
what will make this headache go away?

Sitting quietly and visualizing warm, golden
light enveloping all, happiness in sunshine
and blue skies giving respite from pain and
work and toil and thoughts

The lift in my mind is charging up and down,
up while I’m chatting to someone, down when
I’m sitting still; I wish I could start feeling better
simply by an act of will, I wish I could breathe

Without experiencing the pain of suffocation,
due to the allergy; I wish the pain would go
away, I wish I did not have to suffer so
frequently - maybe this is punishment

For past and future sins, for all the vain and
empty chatter with which I try to pass the time
of day when I start to feel so very ill, I wish I
could run away, from myself, from this body

From the allergy…