Through Open Doors

Every journey
only opens doors

Never decorates the walls and closes in the warmth
The handshakes and back pats
all fall
on a heart that knows now what

Every journey
only grows you

makes you feel
only that you should have always been able

So short lived
is the real joy of the push
the last miles that could be nothing less than one foot
over one foot
and no other thought

Such clarity
has no room

and yet the world gets back in
and rolls every edge dull again