I’m in front of it
I’ve been moving towards it forever.
This bastard door
Oh god this damned horrid alcove.
I couldn’t see it
In the shadows such as it is.
Intersecting at intervals
They went through
“Never me, no not me, Impossible!”
But here I stand
Before this bastard on crooked hinges.
Why couldn’t it be barred & bolted?
I was sure I didn’t belong here
But I am here.
I am here, and I could walk back,
True, true enough
But I didn’t belong in the others,
The other doors
They wouldn’t have me
Or maybe I would not have them.
It’s just another colour, isn’t it?
A different colour
Not better, just different
One way to work that out.