Doors
Hand in hand
Promenade down hall
Through wide doors
Stairwell and foyer
We try the stairs
Balance improves
Daily
We come down the stairs
A white honky-tonk piano
Sits alone against the wall
Anita accepts the invitation
Melancholy notes
Of Cohen’s “Hallelujah”
Drift out from her fingers
Filling the space with his
Exquisite minor key music
A gate opens in my heart
Long held-back flood waters
Rush in
I sit there just behind her
And quietly tell her
“Just keep playing!”
She does and the floodwaters
Continue unabated
Washing my heart
Filling my fullness
With its emptiness
As the last notes return to their
Source, our source
We sit in Silence
Together
Always
We get up walk back
Through the wide doors
But maybe
Maybe
We went through another
Wide door
That is never closed
Forever