Down the Rabbit Hole

I think about Alice sometimes
when I drop into the hole
in the palm of my hand

She fell past books on shelves
past cupboards with closed doors
and maps and pictures on pegs

I fall past people and ideas
past the odd author or two
a poet, a teacher, and the news of my world

Alice landed with a thump
and sometimes I do, too
bruised and almost broken

And more often than not 
like hers
my marmalade jar is empty

10 thoughts on “Down the Rabbit Hole”

  1. Hmm, I really don’t know what to say here. Alice in Wonderland is a fascinating topic. So much not understood when one is little and watching her escapades. I do like your idea of falling past people. It is so necessary sometimes to do so. But, also hard to accomplish. If our marmalade jar is empty, we need to have some other sustenance to pick us up and keep us going. Correct?! At least, I hope so! Take care, Tim!

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  2. I really resonated with the line “bruised and almost broke”. To me the almost is what stands out and I believe it to be a hopeful not of being able to pick yourself back up again. Thank you for sharing!

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  3. Wow! Once my daughter clarified what “hole in my hand” referred to, this poem all fell into place with startling, powerful clarity. I can definitely relate to the images passing and that bumpy landing. What a great metaphor!

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