Sunday, September 4, 2011
the green doors tempt, tease my curiosity
to go ahead and just press, find out
what lies hidden—forbidden?—behind them.
there will always be that:
eve's problem. what i can't have
i want. is the grass always greener on the other side?
i stretch out my fingers, touch
the wood, push on resistant timber
and discover an inner courtyard
strewn with sunlight and cobbles
warm, compact, secure.
there is no one here but me
i hope, as my body is pulled
in by the lure of this secluded corner
where no eyes can see.
as i kneel on the ground
i feel a tenuous link, remembering
something nearly lost but not
forgotten—i see it low in the shadows.
i rest my palm on a stone, almost
convinced these old rocks keep secrets.