Doors

 

 

 

 

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