I am Alice

I am Alice

in Wonderland;

diving down the rabbit hole,

plunging into a place unknown,

falling.

I pass by grandfather clocks

and pretty little teapots

on my endless drop

into darkness.

I understand the clocks;

their hands ticking away,

snatching dear moments off

like breadcrumbs

as I watch them crumble and spill

into the swelling pile of sand

on the bottom of an hourglass;

this is where I sit,

desperately trying to claw my way out,

drowning in my incessant fate,

helpless.

I am a prisoner of time.

…but what’s with the teapots?

I am Alice

in Wonderland

and I am free-falling

into an abyss.

At first, I feared the end,

when I would suddenly crash

into the cold ground,

but now

I’m afraid that the end

will never come,

that I will never stop falling.

Eventually, I will wake up,

gasping for the air

that will flood my lungs.

But for now,

I am Alice.

Come find me in Wonderland.

We’ll have some tea.