July '24 poem 1

Life is a door.
A series of doors.
We knock, and patiently wait.
Hoping for someone to answer.
We speculate.
And ruminate.
We guess who is waiting on the other side.
Are they tall, wide, wacky or wonderful?
Will they be kind, carefree, 'right', 'the one'?
We wonder upon the colours of the carpet.
The freshness of the paint on the walls.
The decor.
Will the air be clear and cleaner?
Will brighter light beam through spotless windows?
We imagine, infer and ideate.
We gently reach for the handle.
Knowing the action is right.
Knowing our life will get better.
From the simple changing of scenery.
Then we lower our hands.
And walk away.

RC 19-7-24
2020 BST