• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 10

How I became a Poet

Sixty years back
Alice spoke to me.
I have been traveling
that rabbit hole ever since
The White Rabbit just out of reach,
dared me to conjure a world
outside yet inside my own.
I leaned out my window
to watch my Wonderland.
Below and across
on the street and in windows
Mad Hatters, Red Queens, dormouse,
hedgehogs, and flamingos raced.
All night and all day
“Eat me” “Drink me” “Who are you?”
In the smoky twilight I wondered,
“Who am I?” chasing the rabbit
its shining stare daring me on.