Doors are special to me.
Their colours, shapes, sizes
the worlds they hide
and the worlds they keep out
these things fascinate me.
Doors are special to me
because they burst with metaphor,
they tempt trajectories
they draw lines
and say yes or no and perhaps maybe.
Doors are special to me
because I leave mine open;
they can be removed altogether
but I leave them open
for this is the difference
between indifference and invitation.
doors are special to me
because I cannot will them to open
and I cannot lure people in through mine.
doors are special to me
because histories and hopes are special
and they have to walk through them.
or choose not to.
doors are special to me
because they are splendid places
to wait and wait and wait.
