the step inside —

a poem

The Door -

I.

A handle frequents time’s bequest,

neither holding it nor held

by sweet dream’s nightmarish request:

“This is all a lie!” they said.

The Opening -

II.

I stand ajar the fraught frame,

tension in my bones, and then

the crackle of decision comes:

I enter with all my kin.

The Fall -

III.

We muster but a step inside, and

Truth forces my floor beneath the

tepid words which uttereth me:

This step inside took you freely.