Rabbit Hole (Poem)
* Photo Credit: Eric Nopanen via Unsplash
Have you ever had the feeling of falling down stairs?
Not just for a second,
not just a minute,
but for more than an hour?
Those are the only appropriate words to use,
for when that sensation overcomes me
I begin to ride it.
Watching the stairs fly,
the pictures staying fixed upon the wall,
while houseplants and my dogs drift across.
People sit in chairs upside down,
and I just keep on dropping,
hoping that I don't crash into the ground.
But I'm not afraid of this feeling,
instead, I welcome it,
and let it extend
for all I want to know is
when I will reach the end of the rabbit hole.