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?

It's odd,

it's strange,

it's weird.

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.