It's Still Life

A Few Thoughts About …

those doors in dreams
some of wood
tin
rock
paper

some with knobs
some without

some open, and then
won’t close

some won’t open
stuck
creak
slam
bang

some say Thank you, Ma’am.

some doors see
some are blind
some are naked
some I loathe

some pull you
into the bowels of earth
into scented water
into flight
into spells and thrills
into the bed where you slept

some draw you into faces and
the smoke of my own breath.

b4 Day 20 the last line is from “Song of Myself by Walt Whitman, and Day 10 Day 19 “Doors”. ©️ Misky 2020