opens. Light
lets itself in.
And what more?
I wrote the saga
of the opening door,
who or what
dared to come in
or stood there
and just stared
or glanced through
and walked away.

2.
I still sit here
stunned by these variations
possible, stunned
and scared when I remember
the terrifying two-way passage
a door allows, encourages even,
tempts me to be gone
from this place into the sci-fi
land of Out, where they
are waiting, a letter in their hands.

3.
I went there once,
raindrops on the windshield,
bare trees shimmered green.
We drove towards town,
two deer at roadside,
an eagle over. Red-tailed hawk
on a branch watching.
Could this be real?
Is this what a door does
when you listen to the charm
of its softly swaying music
and go through?
We bought bread and eggs
then Hurry home Hurry home
the brick wall said, Pray you have
a key to your own glad door.

3 April 2023