THE DOOR OPENED
Nancy Hamilton
The door opened, and in she walked
through the door marked No
through the door marked Stop
through the door marked Not You
through the door marked Not Now
She walked through the door freely and openly and innocently,
the door not even knowing she had passed through
The same door once also said
Hurt
Anger
Doubt
Distrust
Restlessness
Righteousness
Resignation
Desperation
The door said all those things all at once, but
by the time she got there, the door had disappeared
It was so wide open that it ceased to be a door
Just Openness
to here
to now
to stopping
to going
to you in me and me in you
to nowhere in particular and everywhere all at once
When I looked back,
I saw her coming through the door again
and as she disappeared through it ahead of me, I noticed underfoot
a silvery stream shimmering in the cool evening light—
a trail of fallen hinges,
unclasped and
holding on to nothing
(My thanks to Nancy Hamilton, via The Dewdrop.)
The Gentle Nudge
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Gale Slota
What a gem to pass along! And, those hinges. That image - so evocative. Thank you, Phyllis.