This morning lengthened my life by ten years, it <br />is the most marvellous thing when joie de vivre <br />springs without external cause, without hope for <br />anything, simply the joy of being <br /> <br />Dancing to Colonel Boogie playing on the radio in <br />the kitchen, the glass doors providing a smudged <br />reflection, imagination conjuring troops of lively <br />dancers joining me, stepping sideways <br /> <br />Then we got into the car to drive to work, you frowned, <br />peace, please, you asked, I felt the wave of joy subside <br />shortening my life by eight years again, but I still arrived <br />at the office with the bubble of happiness <br /> <br />Floating inside, Sabrina found my black top at DIRCO – I <br />must look up this acronym – and battered baby Marzanne <br />is getting back her eyesight, everything is falling into place <br />now to check on the one-eyed troll Interpol <br /> <br />His criminals masquerading with expensive clothes and sore- <br />throat cars, more messages for chasing all kinds of blackguards <br />Mistress Theosophist still waiting to be read; I have already for- <br />gotten your early-morning frown, oops, adding <br /> <br />Another ten years – at this rate, I shall never die!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-08-13-theosophist/
