Dancing To A Melody Poem by Margaret Alice

I’m floating and dancing to a melody,
swimming in the open sea of an open-
plan office, creating my own ice floe,
my own sacred space, typing a trade
union document is not for me nor will
it ever be, can’t be forced to become
something I’ll never be

If I stop trying so hard to be a word shark,
just become me, an undercover crocodile
dreaming of freedom, creating things of
beauty instead of destroying words in des-
crying labour practices, one term for every
idea, one single line of scientific meaning -
opening infinity by indicating

Millions of connotative emotions and visions
contained in every word, a million songs and
rhythms created by stringing them along in
new frequencies, cadences unique, change
them into actors on stage, shimmering like
the sun, presenting a play of snowflakes
swirling in song…