note to the hatter

hatter,
I miss all those walks we took,
the long journeys
with bonfires
and fireflies
and stars
and strange mushrooms,

of conversations with the roses
and the clouds
and the fly-horses,

of days staring into the sky,
the thirteen-colored rainbow
shooting so high,

hatter,
are our roads still there?
overgrown and muddy,
but can we track it down?

now I'd like to go somewhere
I'd like to find the way,
write it down and send them to you,
in letters with envelopes
the color of the earth, and grasses, and skies

but I can't find the roads,
there are old maps
I have to decipher,
and for that, strange languages
I have to learn,

hatter,

where are you now?
did you find what you wanted?
now that I know what I want,
I am more clueless than ever

hatter.

I miss being lost