Some Fairy Dust 25.08.2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

My guru says not to go
for quantum leaps, effect
changes incrementally; it
does not work for me, I’m
either deeply depressed
or totally joyous

After attending the most
boring meeting ever, an
all-time low, could not wait
for incremental joy, called
up my three-year-old self
to march to the library

Then we went to collect new
T-shirts, Cindy in pink so I
started singing “Let’s take a
drink, a drink, a drink, to Lily
the Pink, the Pink, the Pink
the saviour of the human race

For she invented medicinal
compound, most efficacious
in every way” dancing while
swinging my new T-shirt, getting
in everyone’s way, Dr Jokweni
begging some of my energy

I threw him some fairy dust,
his face beaming now, a big
smile, while I’m running
through my day!