Picture: Venetian Doorway by John Singer Sargent
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A door in the dark
Nicely made, cedar wood, brass finish and handle.
It’s scary, for it guards the unknown,
Thence, excuses leap up in the mind, like salmon.
You believe the talking fish and dismiss the door:
“There might be demons there, there might be effort…”
“There might be beauty, so it has to be locked.”
Hence, you pick another passageway; the gate is wide open there – easy.
After a couple of miles, the same cedar wood door appears, again.
You look the other way,
Walk more.
It reappears: you must surrender.
Now, you find yourself picking the lock
For days, weeks, months
Finally, it opens
And…
“Wait a minute, it didn’t click as it should.”
“Yes, my friend,” speaks the door, throbbing with each word,
“Sometimes the door you were so afraid to go through,
To be blocked out from,
Was open,
To begin with.”
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Herons