The Anneslee Poems: Lost in Wonderland

Another weekend

down the rabbit hole,

but I found

no potions

to hide me

or keep me safe.

Just once

I’d like to run away

to a place

you can’t follow,

a Wonderland

you won’t go.

The fat grimacing cat says,

“We’re all mad here”

but I’m not

mad enough

lost long enough

or strong enough

to try to find

the right hole

to get lost in.