Look
Doors will open themselves before you
And coax you gently to Step Through,
Take A Risk, Try Something New.
Even though that New Something
Has always been there, ajar in your heart.
And false doors will yawn to distract
From that one unlatched gate that leads
Somewhere you have always been
When there’s no one around.
That you slam shut with choices that
Don’t seem like choices, and bar with
Things and Thoughts and People
Because if you run through, you might
Be seen or get stuck or disappear.
And you think to yourself
That locks can be changed
But people cannot.
