The Mad Hatter and a Flying Trapeze


I was only searching for the past
but I stepped through the looking glass
and no matter how many times
I circled round the mirror
the backdrop looked the same
but the woman looking back at me
had changed.

I kept looking for the needle
that would burst my bubble;
waiting for someone to pull the rug
out from under my feet
to see Gotcha! scrawled across the floor
just as the bottom dropped out

The Mad Hatter served me tea leaves
roasted in the summer sun
and they tasted bitter,
and I wet them with my tears
as they painted pictures on my mind,
disjointed, like a 5,000 piece jigsaw puzzle
with a few thousand missing pieces

But as the circus jostled around us
you never moved
and I met you in the middle
of a high wire act without a net,
letting go of the flying trapeze
without looking down
because I knew you would catch me
and we would swing
together





december 2010 

  



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ January 10, 2011 ~ Di