The Wild Mushroom Omelette
…Then the caterpillar got down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely remarking as it went, ”One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter.”
“One side of WHAT? The other side of WHAT?” thought Alice to herself. “Of the mushroom,” said the Caterpillar, just as if she had asked it aloud; and in another moment it was out of sight.
Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, trying to make out which were the two sides of it; and as it was perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question. However, at last she stretched her arms round it as far as they would go, and broke off a bit of the edge with each hand.
There was something about the word “wild”
on the menu that first caught my attention.
The images rendered were expressed in sexual colors—
the reds, the magentas, the oranges, the plums.
The world was created with these hues of light.
The beatings of ocean, forest, musical rhythms
floating to ears unaccustomed to true sounds.
I was Alice in the looking glass searching
the unfamiliar world of deep inner thoughts.
Dreams pasted in memory, images previously unseen.
Philosybin journeys taken on my travels to places
far different than here…, a quiet restaurant on a rainy
Canadian night, watching raindrops slowly drip
down the window pane, as if from the dream.
I sit alone at a table for two remembering the
undeniable magic of the wild mushroom omelette.