2010/08/02 Imagination Alive Poem by Margaret Alice

No stringing beads tonight, watching fantasy
films with the kids, Tiaan still repeats his joke
about people like me needing pills for trying
to string transparent beads on fishing line

The exhibits in a museum coming alive, to know
that people still think like that, imagination alive
and well, the producers of these epistles are my
favourite people, the actors my favourite stars

When I was small I used to fear the fount of new
stories and melodies would run dry some time, when
I read official documents it seems a prophecy fulfilled
but watching popular culture grow and unfold

Seeing new, exciting ideas, brilliant new dances; the
reworking of old themes and creation of new universes
containing new forms of life, finding ideas of quantum
computers, time as a place, not a line

Today I jubilantly rejoice to know that there is infinite
scope in everything and we shall keep on growing, as
scientists go further into the past and look deeper into
the starry skies, lengthening the time span

Mankind has been on earth, I know innovation will be
eternal, what is before us is always more than what
we have left behind, there is a time for everything
as Ecclesiastes claimed; amen, I’m with you man!