Though I have trained my eye
to know where I might find it,
there is no guarantee. And not
every rabbit hole leads to wonder.
Some are just large enough
to trip in, but some pull us
into that fabulous alternate place
where everything shines
as long as we don’t get in the way.
Oh love, aren’t I always getting
in the way, me with my schedule,
my lists, my composure. I say
I am ready to fall, I say find me,
love, and then I build walls around
every moment to keep myself
from falling. Sometimes love
digs that rabbit hole right
beneath where I am standing
and by the time I discover I am in
it’s too late find the way back out.
May I always forget my breadcrumbs.
May I always say thank you,
even as I tremble, even as I slip.