Alice
Through the Looking Glass are Alice’s dreams, fears and realities.
I stare into the mirror, drifting through the glass behind Alice,
but I cannot see her dreams. She declares the rabbit went left,
yet I saw a child go right. The Cheshire Cat slips away while
I see dogs running towards us. The tea tastes like a cup
of cold coffee, bitter, old.
Slowly I realize these are not my dreams, but a mixture of past
experiences with present life. It scares me that there were no
dreams, no future sights. Am I so caught up in the past that
I have no hopes for the future?
I follow Alice out, back into my bedroom. Maybe I didn’t stay
long enough to realize my dreams were there, maybe I
just didn’t see it since Alice was there.
Soon I will return, alone.
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