High Tea

My heart cartwheeled Inbound, Like the white stag in a fairy tale long, long ago And for a moment in time It was swept into a sea of grief Like a duckling in the king tide Then further I went, tumbling now, Down, down, Into the rabbit hole, Where Alice held high tea, Her blue dress faded, From a century of guests, (Even the Cheshire Cat looked weary) And in her hand, was a deck of cards, The tarot, She threw them on a Snow White floor of glistening marble, While she smiled at me, It was my turn, she said, And the outcome was revealed as a star, One like Bethlehem, A path into a world less travelled, Where I’ll go and change In a split second, A reflection of eternity, And never die.