
Once upon a time
I was so very small
I played in a hydrangea
to me sequoia tall;
above me peeked the sky
through rosy lattice dome,
so magical the place
I wanted never to go home.
I slid down baby leaves
bright green and paper thin,
rappeled on threads of silk,
then climbed back up again.
Parasols of petals
became my firmament
as I lolled in axel cubby
daydreaming, content.
But I felt a tingling change
back to my normal size
and had to hitch a ride
with a pair of dragonflies.
I scarcely could believe
what I saw with my own eyes,
but how frabjous the adventure
you may easily surmise.
Did you know, dear reader, that tomorrow is Alice in Wonderland Day?
I didn’t either.
Usually I’m thanking S.W. Berg for his photo. This photo is mine, but the reminder to celebrate Alice in Wonderland Day is from him. So thanks, Bill. It’s good to remember that a world of absurdities is nothing new.