Free In Space 3.10.2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

There is always enough time,
but not always enough mind,
a job I could have finished in
an instant still stretching in
front of me, a dreary drought
because my mind’s not right

Time stretches to accommodate
routine duty, but my mind is not
stretching with it, it is at the mercy
of genetic mutation and the chemical
composition of my personality
- mind in manacles

To me time is the most marvelous
playmate who frolics and laughs with
me, knowing my favourite fairytales,
tolling the midnight bell to teach me
how to use my time before the fun
stops at twelve o’clock

But my wayward soul likes to seek freedom
outside time, playing on the Milky Way’s
merry-go-round, riding the sun weaving
up-and-down on its twirling flight around
the centre of the galaxy, instead
of remaining safely chained

Within regulated minutes and orchestrated
seconds where all bliss is providence for
duties and activities, time keeping the
metronome of the universe beating
in synchronized perfection,
but I want to be free

From all constraints, including time
and place, I want to drift off
free in space…