Sometimes
Sometimes
There are doors
And you can
Open and close
Them
Bar and bolt
Them
Hide behind them
Or be trapped
Sometimes
There are windows
And you can
See through them
They can shelter
You from the rain
Or show you
Places
Far away
You'd rather
Be
Sometimes
They are so dirty
You can't see
Anything
At all
Sometimes
There are mirrors
And they can reflect
Everything
You want to see
And sometimes
Point out
The things
You don't
Wobbling with a wave
That is somewhere
Between
Vanity
And apprehension
And sometimes
There are cracks
Tiny fissures
Which barely
Exist
And you can ignore
Them
Step over them
Tread on them
If you're unlucky
Occasionally
You fall through them
And never
Find
Your way
Home
