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.