through the looking glass

Blue clear sky,
the sun at my face
beneath my skirt
bare feet are tickled
by the soft grass,
two steps forward in to the
sand that leads to the ocean,
a warm breeze hits and i close my eyes
in that moment everything is perfect,
when i open my eyes,
cold stone is under my feet and a hole
in the wall called through the looking glass
everything is not what it is but what could be
if you just look