Tie My Soul To This Place By Inhabiting Ice-Cold Duty Poem by Margaret Alice

Early morning at work; the day is so very fresh
in shining white roses, dreams alive in my head,
my colleagues seem so content with the work
that confines the mind to four walls against
Infinity; I cannot stay, my mind is far away

My body left behind, still bound to space while
I’m transcending time - if I were meant to work
for a life, I should have started in another way
I left myself behind in travelling the mind before
I knew what being human was all about

I thought material existence was just a place to be
anchored in space while time freely moves backwards
and forwards; I never learnt to invest in reality before
setting off to a different dimension; I can’t remain
stable in the distress of the physical plane

While my body is bound to earthly life my mind is
travelling freely; right now, I’m off in a fantasy while
sitting at my desk – maybe it’s not fair; maybe there
should have been a time of living here and now,
but it’s too late, I can’t learn the trick

As proven by mental break-down when I try to acquire
an ordinary conscientious work ethic; every time I try
to tie my soul to this place by inhabiting ice-cold duty,
my heart freezes within me - here I go, wish me luck,
I wish I could stay for a while and just be happy

And content while immobile enjoying the Here and Now…