Ode To Broken Doors

AN ODe to bRoken Doors Edward STURM, 2020

And what if hope crashes through the door? Leaving upturned expectations in its wake. Splintering the once stoic portal I kept so closely locked, with key.

And what if I, too, fly through that door? Leaving dusty shelves uncleaned and room a mess. To glimpse for just one lifetime longer At light I cannot claim to know

What is the point of poetry? If I go on living sheltered by and by, Without intruder crashing inward, Without the shock of foreign air.

What can I offer of gratitude? In ode of shattered doors and burgeoning hope. When all I have is all I have known, And what’s to come now lies beyond.