Through the Looking Glass

by Alison Clare Grills

One morning rising from your bed

A funny thought pops in your head

What fun you’d have if you could pass

Like Alice, through the looking glass

But your mirror is no magic door

Of that you feel you can be sure

The reflection shows no one but you

Then a hand snaps out and pulls you through

At first it seems like nothing’s changed

Then things begin to rearrange

It isn’t your house, or even your town

It seems the world’s turned upside down

The moon’s bright red, the sun is blue

Grass is purple, leaves are too

Birds all crawl on claw and wing

While cats and dogs both fly and sing

North is south and left is right

Hot is cold and day is night

Yes means no and go means stop

In is out and bottom’s top

Dark is light and good is bad

Wet is dry, happy is sad

Big is small and high is low

Loud is soft and fast is slow

Your head begins to spin and ache

This is much more than you can take

Feeling confused and so alone

You close your eyes and think of home

The air around you starts to shift

You feel you’re being cast adrift

While falling up you look around

Below is sky, above is ground

Your face about to hit the dirt

This crazy world seems to revert

Soft pillows now support your head

As you bounce awake in your own bed

You think at first "Twas just a dream"

Then notice things aren’t as they seem

You’re wearing shoes beneath the sheet

And they’re on your hands ‘stead of your feet