You find yourself nowhere, and not
in the middle of it but on the periphery
waiting for an exit, unsure how
you arrived here or why you stayed.
This could be a wonderland but there is
no rabbit hole, and the cat curled in sleep
lying at your feet has never been to Chesire
and says she has no desire to ever go there.
You shout to the trees asking them to point
the way out but you are not ready
for heaven just yet, and cannot assume
that will be your destination for all
of the life you have overlived.
So walk through the door
which appears before you, for it
is a way out and a way in
depending on where you begin.