It’s not 
the going 
through but
the other 
side that 
ever matters
the doorway 
never says 
what’s after 
just welcome 
and squeeze 
in you 
do like 
some rusty
old key
unlocking everything 
else after 

There were things 
that I purposefully 
put away and 
forgot buried deeply 
as far down
as they’d go 
some I swallowed 
others left behind 
and a few 
where I knew 
I could find 
once the ransacking 
stopped and I 
was left for 
dead and now 
like little flowers 
that I notice 
they are sprouting 
funny little things 
love like that 
never ever forgets 
where you are 

I try not 
to think really
for the pearls 
of good times
have broken free
from their string
and now lay
strewn about scattered 
each one duller
than when joined 
together as one 
such are things 
tied with knots 
of tired promises 

So early 
coffee calls
come hither
leave nigh
wipe sand
from eyes 
add cream 
and sugar 
sit sipping 
and watch 
as dark 
escapes behind 
the mountains 
free again 

Between me
and window
floats dust
unseen by
my eyes 
except for 
when sun
slips between 
wall and 
blinds making 
me think 
that this 
is what 
a glass 
sees when 
champagne sparkles 
about inside