Scalloped Scales [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A stream of clear Mozart notes is flowing through
my head - the cool water calming my senses, then
running up and down on the chromatic & scalloped
scales finally leaves my soul on the edge; now I am
lost in the sensory overload of the Dancing Series
recorded at home and a new cell-phone to cradle
the Internet-world in my hands, suddenly watching

The Nutcracker ballet on its miniscule screen, like a
childhood dream of a gold-embossed card becoming
a Magic Flute to visit exotic new places - & the phone
takes me everywhere; to calm down I adorn my ‘Soul
Music' book - Death trying to forget and Imp Y Celyn
playing Sioni Bod Da - Susan crying for the first time -
with Escapism's magical blue Fairy Tale Stickers

The threat of a move to a seedy part of old Pretoria
is resurrected & tenders from illiterates lead to tragi-
comedy in legislation - as self-confident, headstrong
officials steam-roller ahead - blissfully unaware that
translators need to read and spell in 2 languages at
least; my livid colleagues spewing fire while I - with
the nonchalance of the traditional public servant -

Drift in insouciance down administration's long, dark
tunnel carried on clear, rolling notes which obliterate
the sharp stones of stark reality - in the shimmering
silver rings of the sun's kindness and peace…