Sitting still for work purposes, sitting still for <br />meditation, not getting up and moving about - <br />there is nowhere to go and no reason to go <br />anywhere else, sitting still changing into ice, <br />legs freezing in immobile reflection on life <br /> <br />Putting on more clothes to face the Arctic cold, <br />extra socks, legwarmers, long extra-large fleecy <br />top, blanket also, sitting still not knowing where <br />to begin, round off work already done or start on <br />the new text that has me flummoxed <br /> <br />Trying to unravel long sentences about rebuilding <br />Africa, given the current state of my inner blocks <br />I opt to start on the new document, take my chances <br />with terms I cannot reconstruct; this moment has <br />nowhere to exist and my feet are freezing still…<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nowhere-to-exist/
