that might do it

it's the blues.
the doldrums, the winter
deep freeze.
cabin fever.
I pull the blanket
to my chin
and think about skipping
work.
skipping
the whole day.
quitting, or joining
something.
I think about making some
changes.
going south,
going west.
or just going somewhere
where nothing
looks the same or reminds
me of the past
12 months.
maybe somewhere tropical.
or a big
city I can get lost in,
or maybe a deep
mine in the mountains
where I can carry
a lantern
down down down to the center
of the earth.
that might do it.