By slug
Date: 19 September 2000

Wonderland

I feel like Alice’s rabbit-hole
                              all topsy-turvy and 
                       waiting for you 
                                       to tumble down into it. 
               Into me. 
       But you stand on the edge – 
                               the cat who isn’t so ready to take the plunge. 
    And I wait, waving my illustrious oddities at you, 
                flashing my pretty colors, 
                running my flag up the pole to see if you’ll salute it. 
And you sit. 
             Sit. 
                  Sit. 

Not wanting to complicate the innocent exposure with romance. 
Not wanting to make light of something dark and heavy with mystery. 

So I wait, 
          letting my own mysteries dance in the shadows under your nose, 
          inviting you to take a closer look 
                                       and, in the meantime – 
         let me look at yours.
 Open yourself up, 
                             let me know that you would drink the potion, 
                                                        eat the tea-cakes, 
                                                        lick the mushroom 
that would make us grow 
                        and shrink 
                                   and grow again 

                                              as we wander off to wonderland…