April 20, 2004

A Door in the Wind

I read this and I liked it so much that I thought that I would post it

A Door in the Wind

There was a time once when a door
in the wind opened up, and we
sailed through it effortlessly.
Nothing could stop us back then,
except the thought of stopping.

We open windows now, hoping the air
will whisper a clear summons
in our ears, but the wind seals
its lips, its stairways are forgotten,
Does it matter than we grow fond

of who we are, though we are different
than before? We forfeit old diversions
and open different doors. So devoted
to moving on, we move on; except now
and then, oh, the sighs in our hinges.


From the Collection"The Enchanted Room"

by Maurya Simon


I leave you to your own commentary...Aloha