A fervent plea, an impassioned SOS to
the remote IT - Help, my computer's
failed; disciples of cool calmly reply,
bring us the CPU. CPU? Yes, it means

dismantle, dissemble or disembowel
the beast, locate the malfunctioning
piece, balance precariously on a chair
with wheels and drag it down here

Security says disbelievingly, Oh no, you
must fill out this form in duplicate at
least, CPU detail, your name - and oh,
plus another for the chair;

Struggling with anxious sweat brow-
breaking and running unchecked down
my face, finally reach IT - my arrival
ignored - Please, I beg, sanitise my

virus-infected CPU - Tech Siyabonga
says, Ok, leave it, we'll fix it soon and
abruptly leaves to teach me the true
meaning of ‘laissez-faire' - deflated

return to empty desk noted by June
who offers use of desk-top spare, I'm
suddenly hub of activity - Mme La
Pompadour making funny remarks, a

baby crying somewhere, June and
Hanlie happily laughing creates a
safe atmosphere in which every
translation moment is blissfully

ensconced in a bright bubble their
dedicated work ethic creates, such
a wonderful feeling being part of
the show…

Margaret Alice Second

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wonderful-feeling-revised/