Mirror
It’s not a Wonderland
until you conceptualise it.
A series of discrete events
you could arrange in any order
and they’d still make sense.
She’s a moment in fiction,
in the reality of your mind.
Sometimes it matters more
how things seem to you
than how they actually are.
She’s a subjective reality
which mirrors both ways.
It’s a story of gaps, bridged
like neurons across synapses.
The Wonderland of imagination.
Copyright © Fiona Caldwell | Year Posted 2015
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