The Door


Go and open the door.
          Maybe outside there’s
          a tree, or a wood,
          a garden,
          or a magic city.
Go and open the door.
          Maybe a dog’s rummaging.
          Maybe you’ll see a face,
or an eye,
or the picture
          of a picture.
Go and open the door.
          If there’s a fog
          it will clear.
Go and open the door.
          Even if there’s only
          the darkness ticking,
          even if there’s only
          the hollow wind,
          even if
                  nothing
                           is there,
go and open the door.
At least
there’ll be
a draught.
Miroslav Holub

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