Things appear solid when they aren’t.
physicists say there is space between

Psychophysicists studying sensation
and perception conclude there isn’t one
to one mapping of senses and perception.

Gestalt perceptualists say the brain fills
in the blanks producing the world we see.
I worry about my shadow.

The pacific coast mountain range runs into the
ocean. Waves beat against glacial fingers
forging identities tempering souls.

A magical kingdom where boys grew to men
on the rugged slopes of mountains lush with
giant trees, huge ferns, damp and Spanish moss.

In semi-light damp forests second and third
growth Douglas fir, Western Hemlock and Cedar
poked holes in the sky.

Blind newts, and salamanders hidden under logs,
never see the sun or the crows that soar in the
darkness, iridescent in sun beams.

We thought a trip in Alice’s wonderland
was fun and safe, and not real but good
entertainment for an afternoon, a week,
a month. But not four years. The newness

wears off. We put on new glasses and
begin to see the real wonderland. Not
so nice ruled by a bully Queen shouting
revenge orders off with their heads

directed by Cheshire cat who secretly
knows he that he alone oversees this
once wonderful place. He mischievous
smile hides his intent just before he

just before he fades out, disappearing
into the ALTernative-Reality he inhabits.
The queen here and now, defended two;
one standing at a podium

yelling his madness, red faced and sweating
and another wearing a red, white, blue and
military buttons clown suit, spewing ALT-
ernative facts.

This trip down the rabbit hole has turned
from fun to bummer. I want a refund, my
money back, restore my wasted time. Turn
the clock back to before this trip started.