Rev. Gerald Dillenbeck Poet Political Verse

Closed White Door

My eyes wander against this white privileged door,
starkly plain in sight 
and self-secured.

My mind wonders around this bedroom door
as if the first ever seen
back when doors
were open doorways
for entering curiously in
and courageously back out
of cavernous
or canopied shelters
from storms and cold
and unbearable desert heat.

I wonder courageously against
and curiously about this white door
as if the first and last one ever seen
and heard.

What were doorways called
before we had white doors?

Invitations
or opportunities
and risks to turn my eyes and back
away from outside climates,
too inhospitable.

What were these entrances and exits named?
Non-doored ways to inside shelters
and outside adventures,
long before white privileged history
and reborn climates of pathology.

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