Tea parties and all that

And down the rabbit hole she went.
The unquestionable draw of ‘what if?’;
necessary tractor beam for the excursion.

What goes on down there in the lofty darkness,
somewhere I’ve only been in mind?

Ever the armchair traveller,
garnering enough gumption
to finally take a plunge;

or not.

Just a cup I’ve reached the bottom of,
where my heart is etched in tea.

(c) Adriane Csicsmann Giberson 2012