Tweedle Dee and Dum

dance around me as I

stare dumbly up at the moonlit daytime.

I wonder where the Red Queen has gone. And if she’s

reached the 8th square, has she

turned all the squares to hearts?

Odd though she was, I

find myself grateful for the advice.

But she’s wrong.

Going twice as fast will get me anywhere, but

why would I want to be anywhere else? If I

s l o w d o w n,

maybe it will all fall

down the rabbit hole and

into place.

So I danced.