Each Day’s Gesture Ajar

I slept with the door open last night,

ajar,

By accident.

Anyone could have come in

and

killed me –

I thought,

oh.

Not: Oh no!

Just

– oh.

Because what does it matter, really.

It isn’t how I want to go, of course.

But, when I think of it on a deeper level

Every day is just me trying again.

And every day is the same isolation.

The same disappointments.

The same invisibility.

I locked the door this morning after finding it had been open all night.

I stood beside the door this morning for a long time,

I drank my coffee.

It was quiet. I was reflective.

I thought of how I have tried to remake my life

Into something meaningful.

CK Munsell © 06.18.2024