Day 454: May I

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may i come in?

i have heard the murmurs
of happy voices,
and the coos of lovers,
and the sing-song soothers,
like mothers
to their children,

behind these hidden doors

that i have stumbled upon,
time
and time
again.

 

from outside these doors,
i have listened to the clink of glasses
and the trickle of wine
and the chime of bells
on dancers.

i have perceived the pensive
but happy sighs
of souls being comforted
after crying.

i have heard
the water fall
that washed
deep wounds.

 

these doors
are cloaked in pine needles
and sunsets
and the fold of wind
through morning glory’s vine.

they appear when my child laughs
and i remember what it was
to laugh.

i make out their shape and keyhole
when i watch the potter throw –
when i see the painter pick the perfect color
that was nothing
’til they chose it –

and i nearly opened them once
and came in
a long time ago,
when i was young,
and believed i was worthy enough
to enter.

 

but time has taught me my truths.

 

and now i know
how simply i must ask
and how grateful i should be
if given passage.

 

so,
may i?

standing still,
outside these doors,

may i,

please,

come in?

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