Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Alice

Alice, my apologies…
Hiding a mutiny within,
I, a time-altered woman,
want the chase, too.
Dislocated, I sit with
little kids in the sandbox,
and out of habit,
let my eyes search
for a rabbit hole,
to make my story spill,
rise, or fall with
a modicum of control
and find a better world
than this.
Twisted though I am,
this dizzying speed
will let me become
the cat who disappeared
leaving her smile behind.

“ Write a poem about a character from a favorite story in childhood.”