January, is
in the usual place. and
I don't want to face today.
It's raining, but I won't bother
to look, I'll just drown myself
in this fabulous book.
An escape,
this I know and the direction I'll go
is the way the wind blows and the weather vane,
( a strange name )
is pointing to the West.
Sometimes,
when I am Alice meeting Christopher Robin down
in Buckingham palace and the guards look to see,
as if they could look at me and be guarded.
In the book,
January is still there, and
still the bear that growls.
My imagination prowls, looking
for an escape.