My Own Heart [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I don't mind not doing anything - all I want
is a dream; just finding an ideal that fires
my mind and fills my heart would be such
a delight - anything - visions of swimming
in a warm sea, of me drifting with the tide

sun-tanning on the sand & wearing a huge
hat - enjoying inspired conversations with
enthusiastic people who are chasing their
own Quixotic visions with energy - today,
as my African colleagues are wearing and

admiring their national costumes, I eagerly
watch - enjoying their joie-de-vivre, wishing
for eager & exited expectations within my
own heart…