In A Music Box (C)

Poised above 3 documents on the high edge
as serenely as a ballerina in a music box and
spinning delicately, delighted with my elevation
and unwilling to let go of the temptation to rise
ever higher above ordinary feeling & reach for
ecstasy since nobody knows my whereabouts

Tho’ my body is standing here, my soul’s more
corporeal & my spirit gleeful since this daunting
perspective’s a huge challenge over safe reality;
adventure’s calling in diagonal, perpendicular &
vertical lines to other universes splitting off from
my work station; balancing on my mental toes

I let go of the railing & start free-floating - giddy
with the joy of levitation & waving at a Doctorate
Degree Dr Bloom PhD while I point to my green
sleeveless top - clearly the fairies gave it to me
as it was up for sale, I paid next to nothing: - it
says the fairies welcomed me into their Fairy

Ring in the city, down the Jacaranda-lined lane,
the pink fairies of my dreams are landing in my
beautiful pink work station: the letter of a manic
depressive open and ready - yet I’m flying away
carried up by a current while still immobile in my
office, quiet as a miniature ballerina in my mind

Smiling at a page, following melodic lines sung
intimately in my ears - momentarily derailed by
loud summons of my Chinese-class-colleague’s-
phone, a quick reply - return to my desk where
dreams merge with the essence of the singer’s
vibrato-song imploring Santa Maria, symbol of

Redemption through painful sacrifice, starting
softly, swelling slowly into rounded sweetness -
and I’m rising with it -