If You Open My Door

I peek through the keyhole and try to smell freedom drifting on a steel breeze-- My window vibrates with distant echos of laughter and the lone moan of a rusted lawn mower. The cool, trickling creek is once again hidden by the emerging tender leaf. Silver quivering shards of light come shooting faster than bullets and raucously ricochet around my room. Gravity works on the melting snow on the distant mountains, little rivulets race to satiate the wild flowers in the valley. --If you open my door, I will go there with you.