When Alice becomes 
a guest at tea-party
I sneak in too.
Hear ridiculous riddles
including the famous
“Raven like a writing desk”.

But that one in particular
makes no sense.
Did Stephen King or Poe
have a shining answer?

Disgusted, Alice leaves
claiming the gathering stupid.
I tiptoe out too.
Don’t mean to follow
famous Carroll character
but I hear her mumble
less riddles
more about
being small and large
disappearing and morphing
Begin to listen more intently.

Don’t know when it happens but
I find her ramblings
making sense
start to understand
my deep desire
to finally make a choice—
surrender to growing old
or hiding in a rabbit hole.