Outside the Door
Outside the door it is all happening—
A noiseless hum.
Doubt enters with the hand raised to knock—
Just a knock—
Will I be received?
Outside the door it has all already happened—
It’s a story that I drag behind me on wheels.
Before the first exchange
And final diagnosis
There’s a quiet and a weary raised head,
And between an entire world
That will swallow us whole.