tree story #49: Wonderland Under Rock and Hummock
Our own wondering Alice squeezes
her young life
to the size of a mole’s
burrow, inquiring eyeless of the mole:
his comings and goings,
the sleek upholstery
of his wonderland under rocks
and hummocks.
In season she picks flowers:
buttercups and lilies, daisies,
all the daylight beauties.
But on cloudy as on sunny days
she walks under tall trees, wondering
at where their roots live; still
inquiring after her friend
of the dark, the ashy-gray mole.
Taylor Graham
