Blessed are the Ones in the Doorways

Blessed Are The Ones in The Doorways

wrist turns colors

like the riddle about

the ages of man

knotted rings

bone & silver

little red thread

you could see

frayed, pulled

from holy cord

be leave as is

hag stone dropped

among rusted bells

to sway for the wind

the sun has a song

i never seem to learn

between

are spaces to lighten

dark hallways

if we live there long enough

hand on doorframe

like lover’s shoulder

all motion in the universe

is just imitation of breath