2010/09/13 Fire Mind Poem by Margaret Alice

The world is beautiful, sunlight filtered through
light green tree leaves becomes fluorescent
explosions of light, bougainvilleas are intense
in their passionate colours, fruit trees majestic
like brides, the world is a bee-hive of life

Here I am, sitting in a cozy little beehive, air-
conditioned, with blanket, artificial flowers and
dreams in my heart - a small part of the whole -
I am bored, while the universe is rocking to the
rhythm outside, while musical sounds

Set fire to the mind, I am reading boring missives
in a local game of Monopoly, I love movement and
sound, reducing these powerful tools to couriers of
non-essential messages seems a waste of time, we
should be dancing in the sunshine

We should be regarding the game of life in delight, not
sit in lines, typing notes black on white…