It is not your path—
the moving corridor
where everyone steps on
and stands with baggage
and waits to be delivered
to the next destination
Your path darts in and out
through many worlds
The doors between them
things you notice:
Doors of willingness
where intention can form a room
Doors of silliness
where the dizzy twirl of the soul
may open something new
Doors of metaphor
where a seed may be itself a door
And this is you
With laughter or with trepidation
facing changes —
Going through, going through.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 18, 2011