Rob Schackne #484 - "Through the rabbit-hole"

                             It's alright, Ma
                         (I'm only bleeding) 
                                   Dylan

Through the rabbit-hole
I wake this morning
the bed expanded
dreaming of
having written
or having just
read a poem about
love on Mt Palomar
a place I've never been
where I saw ancient trees
unsure of what was love
what if it's secondary
the famed telescope
watching it all

a number of people
the trouble with humans