poem of the day January 12

The ride down

a rabbit hole

is almost always 

quicker than

than the long climb up 

At the bottom of the well

a tired old boned ladder

waits at the bottom rung

covered in circumstance

The first steps have

to break through

this iron will of patterns

until the crust has

been forced open

then the lightness

of good ideas can fill

a body like great

angel food cake

allowing souls 

a stairway to heaven