Friday, January 30, 2015

This Poem


This poem, a sad melody, fills me with recognition.  Where to begin, what to say?

Standing before the door, you go first. 

Which door to open, which door to close?

One door at a time.  Like in “Mystery Date” open the same door and another choice appears.

Too many beginnings. 

This poem is a warning; stop, breathe, take a step back.  Pick at the thread on the sweater.

Doors swing open and shut.  Sweaters unravel.

Take a step in. Pick up a stitch.

Begin again.

CA 2015

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