Doors

Surrounded
alone
on this street

Man and dog
pass through me
I am not there

I am
The Man who Wasn’t There

Entrance and exit
Doors
Portals to change
to difference

New room
Different home
Different place
Doors
Portals

Through this door
Paul’s city
Through that door
Istanbul
Through a third door
transparent, not present
And through a fourth
gone
never again in this life
to be found

Through which of these doors
– all of them perhaps –
will I pass searching for you ?

Here, surrounded and alone
in the city of Phillip
With you I have
passed into heaven
No vulgar nationalism, this
Only the citizenship
of those who love

And I will pass through that other
door.
Through which we all pass
through which we do not return

Our journey is like this
On this path, even to turn back
is a different path
There is no retracing steps
no what-if
no I-should-have, I-shouldn’t-have
Only our now

I look for you
on the other side of that door
Every door
Any door
Where are you ?

I see you still
In the open door
that is my heart
Tenderly
you envelop this shattered
organ
with a love that is,
I watch as you re-weave
the shredded threads

Eyed by the Moroi
you stay their hand
For you, I would do the same

Which door ?
Where ?
Everywhere I look
for you

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22 August, 2012

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