State Of Grace

It is delightful not to be isolated with the Register and
Work-Oh-Hand, with Marie Antoinette now steering the
heavy, old-fashioned Administrative Foreign Languages
bus, swerving round curves, accelerating downhill when
the numbers make sense - and within me

The little Alien is delirious with happiness that there is
no long, lonely trek through the dark recordkeeping that
is bureaucracy; checking my documents I get all the file
numbers wrong, confuse the dates and places, now I’m
sitting in the back of this automotive wonder as our

Dainty Marie is driving the system with aplomb, unraveling
registry codes, demanding to know why the column for the
year 2017 keeps changing to 2018 & 2019 with every new
line; last night I was still ill from eating processed fish and
was led to meditate on the wonder in the world – and now

Today Marie Antoinette, all beautiful perfume and exotic
incense, is taking our Administration so high it feels as if
we fly, with my eyes on the exquisite surprise that every
second brings, I know all is well, kindness renews the air
that was stale due to a broken air-con; but here, now -

Colleagues are filled with forgiveness and amazing zest
for life, beautiful thought forms with enchanting colours
are outlined in the light filling this space – I’m standing
here in a state of grace…