Did everything right yesterday, I thought, went
home and prepared mountains of vegetables,
green runner beans, sweet potato, carrots and
plain potatoes - NO ice-cream, no treats, just
the bare essentials and look at the result -
Tired at work, dispirited, all the Bombay curry
back in full force to torture me, fatigue and
chemical depression, and the inimitable wire
stiffening around my head, stifling - although
I have not eaten allergy foods, finally drank
Hot chocolate and mega-coffee, having landed
in molasses and sinking I might just as well stay
here, suffering to breathe and cannot see, vision
completely unfocused, my only hope is to sing
on my way home, sing the discomfort away and
Float on a dream, only great thoughts and mighty
visions can prevent me from falling into a mael-
strom of pain and regret - so let me prepare my
song, let me practice under my breath in the open
plan office, let me sing into the wind….
Margaret Alice Second
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sing-into-the-wind/
