Rabbit-Hole
I started a camp-fire down the rabbit-hole yesterday
And I fanned it with my molting spring feathers
My body looked leaner in the flames shadow
I sure wish you could have been there
It would be a tight fit
You and I down this rabbit-hole
But the company would have been nice
Like two bouncing fireflies caught in a child’s small hand
I wish you would have at least tried to be there
Today, I even used my survivor’s kit
And began a long summer read
It is about a great man
In a state of hesitancy
It would have been better if you could have been there
Last night was a bit daunting
I shined my flashlight to the top of the rabbit-hole
I pulled out my best dinnerware
You know, the ones with the design of cut flowers
And accidentally set you a plate
It almost felt like you were there
After all the sweeping
It is really starting to feel like home
I even hung up our favorite picture
And slightly crooked, too
Just how you prefer it
Still, I really wish you would at least come for a visit
Down this rabbit-hole
Poem written by author of this blog.
para las fridas 
Haha! You’re funny. When I first had surgery on my back to relieve pressure off of my spinal cord, I lost 2 years to recovery. It was a fight to get back to some normalcy. I would often say that I felt like I fell down the rabbit-hole into a new world. So, this poem is reference to that. It is also about getting comfortable–maybe too comfortable–in that new world. Last, it’s about loneliness. Asking someone to sit with you in that moment. To be with you in that moment.
Beautiful poem but it confused me a little as to who it was in the rabbit hole it was sort of like Alice in Wonderland or am I wrong? Lol