Day 1430, key.
These doors
in front of me
don’t tell
where they
lead
to
~
maybe
to the other
side
or
a cellar
a loft
storage
~
do I need a key
Day 1420, opening up.
The old door
is corroded
over the years
~
it’s not
maintained
but
what inside
is still vivid
Day 1271, choice.
A black
heavy
dark door
~
a postbox
~
and a message
to deliver
Day 1074, I look.
Through a peephole I look
afraid, and see a dark forest.
The door won’t open.
Nochrisis
Day 1055, a door.
A door, lost in nowhere
black painted iron, half sunken in still white snow
I stare, get lost, did I go through?
Is it even open?
the whiteout hides, footsteps passing
maybe I leaped, I will not know, so
I leave the door behind
dreaming of other pastures
on one of two sides.
Nochrisis
