I wonder how long it took Alice to realise
that she was Wonderland & the rabbit was Time?
Only by dipping her uncensored madness into academia, like a ladle into a flood,
could she fit through the door of her insanity.
Now she carries a bachelors degree in Authenticity,
alongside a little map of non-directional science, dressed in a quirky hat.
Though she & countless others profess that her soul belongs behind a typewriter,
her spirit is too busy chasing nature to sit for that long.
The drought of habitats & common sense won’t dehydrate her
so long as she keeps sipping curious cups of tea…
© haylesmaree
