Knock knock! Who’s there?
Clickety click,
behind a door.
I’m glad
that door is closed
between a pecking sound
and me - for sure
that sound is not for me – knock, knock -
because if I crack open
the little door’s edge, I will surely want to change
whatever’s lurking there
and it might, maybe, turn me
into more of what I am
or whatever I could be.
This poem, though simple, has much more to it than meets the eye. My kind of poem . You are a wonderful poet, John!
ReplyDeleteVery subtle, is the poet deciding not to open the door to change within himself. Or to avoid possibly changing the unknown future????
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