Doors Doors Doors ...
Hallways limned with eye stretched lines of door after door
Straight, twisted, crystal, planked, illusory, sidewise, more and more
found down in childhood rabbit holes in verdant gardens green
on and on appearing, in places contrived, concocted, and unseen
Big doors, small doors, mouse doors with cartoon cats awaiting
pretty doors, shabby doors hanging on their hinges, sealed doors,
cracked doors, revelatory, deceptive, secret doors, all with lessons baiting
Doors that swing open bang you upside the head – amid them that singular
door that fills most with dread -
you know that door, the door that shall hungrily open swallow and mark you - doornail dead -
Onward –
Doors hiding tigers and ladies behind their planks
Doors shimmering with jewels, with joy, with ecstasy, as gasping into thanks
Doors that open into my body to enter love and exit the miracle of child
Doors that are pristinely quietly shut and others flung wide and wild
Motorcycles behind some and hearses draped in black
Door limned and shimmering ahead and doors looking back
Doors oh doors they say when one closes another opens
Sometimes this is good and true
Others times slammed in one’s face shocking throughout and through
Oh these gobsmacked doors …
Swinging, locked, open, ajar, others just a slivered, silver, Siren-calling crack
Some beckon with fresh white paint and dripping trellised perfumed roses
Others draped in sinister solid black
Always among them that door that will open up - that final final door–
a knob here and there turned tenuously recklessly, curiously, anxiously,
will-o-the-wisp devil-may-care - up until now always opening onto more
In front once they marched onto a horizon far far beyond sight– now ahead one ponders
how many more, doorways, how many more or less doors to try, how much more light…?
Someday whilst looking back, forward, or distracted by life's mundanity and more
The door - The door - The door -
That door will fling open to klieg lights of stardusted Universe
And there shall be … Yes, there shall be …..
?????
Did you think I had a conclusion, that I have a vision, to share all that I clearly see?
No, dear readers, this is where we must stop and heed the peal of carillon clarion call
Where we must cease hypothesizing that this significant door is actually the end of all
For unknown in the stardusted spectrum of eternity there just might be an endless hall
