The Bubble Was Frozen Poem by Margaret Alice

24 November 2008

Early morning in the office, sounds like a
busy market place today, people coming
and going, almost a fair-at-the-beach at-
mosphere, the air-con is on and makes
it festive right here

Sacred memories surfacing when Alida called,
we covered the scary events with laughter and
fun – but it was serious, the Little Prince is still
there, sitting on his wall in the desert, waiting
in despair for the snake’s release

The episode was scrapped only because the
limits between reality and dream were not
clear; the fantasy threatened to interfere
with my duties; to contain the dream,
keep beauty intact and ethereal

The bubble was frozen while I turned around
and went back through the trousers of time to
a previous moment following another line into
a predestined future kept in a safe, locked
away, untouchable, not to be interrupted

Until the right moment when Godot is here –
yes, waiting for Godot is still going on…