Climbing the Coaster
I walk up dwarf-steps,
mud-specked Nikes curling
over the edges of the platform
above these trees.
Cruel spikes cling to the soles,
in case of danger:
into the Red Queen’s garden below.
Human touch foreign,
chips of cobalt blue from the metal
railing chafe my hand.
Onto a ramp, feet shake
me towards the steel caterpillar.
Captives fidget and stare on the track
in double rows like school children.
Sun reflects off
the sleeping caterpillar, gas waves
Rider’s hair steams from sweaty glances.
Over the railing is the wonderland,
green and metal. Sugar orbs
of baby pink and blue cotton candy
float beside tiny heads.
Vicious growls pass the platform,
metal below my feet rattles and hesitates.
A cat coaster disappears in a grin shape,
whisping down into the creek.
Caterpillar’s blue trail snakes
into a small horizon created
by trees crisped from August heat .
Screams from miniscule peop…