'2010/04/19 Isolation Poem by Margaret Alice

Monday morning, shell-shocked, stunned confusion
dazed, distressed and exhausted by an unexpected
difficulty after a strange weekend of dark foreboding
and premonition, invisible threats menacing

Tried to soak up the sun’s energy yesterday, the sun
was weak, cloud cover frequently interfered, the sun’s
power depleted, I could not fill my batteries for the
week to come, sitting at my desk, powerless

A list of work on hand to be compiled - I must find the
right book to take my mind into a new realm where my
spirit will be free, my guru says though choice of action
is limited, choice of thought is absolutely unlimited

There is always more ahead of us than behind us, infinity
unending lies ahead, the here and now does not matter
the only question with relevance is how do we feel, life
is a quest for good-feeling thoughts, my preference is

To find good-tasting food, instead of breathing in as
recommended in meditation, I like taking in sweet
things that remind me this is a benevolent universe
I fear the isolation to come, but it will pass…