Another Evening

Another evening vaults the sky,
Excitement on the surface races.
What more is there to know?
Users of discourse that disciplines indulge
have little patience for our teary roles.
Is there someone who followed you down the rabbit hole
out into a Wonderland of your own?
Find him if you can, hear him
with one character more rabid than the next:
The Queen, the Hatter, the Caterpillar.
He’ll follow you Alice as far as the heart can go.
What will it cost us?
Whatever we had in mind long, long ago
on the other side of the mirror.