Everyone slips down the rabbit hole
from time to time, often quite unexpectedly.
A simple turning of a phrase, a critical glance,
and we are off to the races,
stumbling through worn mind tracks,
bumping into walls built by self doubts.
It is a dismal and familiar place.
When we grope blindly along the mental labyrinth
without finding an exit, it is time to curl up
under a soft blanket with warm tea or chocolate
and watch the inner log jam with detached curiosity
much like a scientist, who discovers
a stubborn woolly creature lodged in his own gut.
There is little to be gained by further rumination —
that ensnared us in the first place.
How about taking a sip of comforting brew
or nibbling bits of confectioner’s delight
and just for the moment —
accept our sorry state and simply relax?
Given a bit of luck we may glimpse
a break between Melancholic reflections — a tiny gap
enough for insights to drop like pennies from heaven.
We could even become so disenchanted
with those cheerless homespun woes
that we are suddenly on our feet washing the dishes
or run outdoors to pull weeds in the garden.
Next we may arrange flowers of exquisite design,
paint raindrops on canvas with sable hair brushes, or …
Truly magnificent solutions are conceived in rabbit holes.
The possibilities are endless.
— Monika John