once, 
a doorway was a world; 
a cave of possibilities, 
a laboratory, an arcade, 
for the unseen, unknown, 
could be my friend 

then, 
a doorway was a wall: 
another place that I stomped by 
aggrieved at how the world was sharp, 
unfeeling, while I held the weight 
of all the future threatened me -- 
for the unseen, unknown, was all 
just smoke 

now, 
a doorway can be either 
a pathway to new visions OR 
perhaps, a chance to try the handle: 
seeing if this time, this place 
is more than I imagined it, and 
that, just maybe, 
I don't have it all 

figured out


just yet