Rest My Weary Head (Cor.) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Spent the most exhilarating weekend, my beloved
and I had a terrible argument as I read on the Net
President Obama is a Muslim; my beloved claimed
he was not - I found many articles proving my point
Obama always took the opposite side to everything
that Israel needed to survive, in the end I had to for-
give my dear husband for not understanding what
I meant - then wide-eyed - staring in silence

At Rex Harrison, Professor Henry Higgins in 'My
Fair Lady' doing ballet as an eccentric millionaire
in the movie 'Honeypot' - a young Maggie Smith,
Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter, unravelling
the riddle of a murder in this who-dun-it, but I felt
millionaires never dance doing pliés and jetées on
their beds; power sharing interfered and the movie
cut out just before the doer of the dastardly deed

Could be revealed; a dastardly electricity cut left me
bemused and disillusioned - my son offered me the
use of his bike, elated I jumped on the saddle and set
off just to discover when I stopped my legs were too
short to touch the ground so I deftly dived and rolled
earning my son's admiration, thus promptly cured of
my depression, my heart healed as I realised it's not
my responsibility to save Israel from anyone

Meditation and prayer is all I can offer and my only
responsibilities in life are the compilation of a pro-
duction report as the hapless incumbent of a trans-
lation post in government and paying the bills of the
charlatans who wasted so much time preaching on
the recovery norm of my third-degree torn ligaments,
my world's small enough to rest my weary head…