Knocking on Doors
I knock on those doors
Day after day, night after night
A multiverse of colour
Those doors are
Your bog-standard reds, greens, blues, yellows
But, also, rarer colours
Doors of Amaranth and Xanadu
Smargadine and Mikado
Coquelicot and Glaucous
Names far prettier and evocative then those of their parents.
Not all doors are opened
And those that are — that popular refrain
Please, not us, not now, anyone else, please…
I rarely listen and rather just brush past
Into the anteroom of their lives
Shabby and sad
Filled with memories
That’s all they will be now — memories
Oh, I should not have opened the door
Most will say
Why? Why did I open the door?
I seldom have the courage to tell them
They don’t open the door, I do
They just leave it unlocked
My knock is more powerful
Than they can ever understand
Why should I even bother trying to explain?
I have before
A waste
A waste of time
The very thing that
I am taking from them
Time
Why spend the remainder
Discussing such trivialities
As the nature of a knock?
Accept it, just take it easy
Take a seat in the corner
Your favourite seat
The comfortable one
Leather, brown
The one that grows from you
Take a seat there
Relax
Let me work
It’s over now
I must hurry though
I won’t hurry you
I promise not to
You will not know I’m in a rush
But I am
A dreadful rush
A rush that will never end
I have many, many more doors to knock on
An orange one after you
Followed by a dull green
And then something navy and uninviting
But I am invited
I am always invited
© Liam Power 2021