Gateway

Outside the sanctum, clenched teeth, tension, a sense of being spun slowly, in comical ocean drift Bobbed cork barely able to rein my orientation. Luckily, current flux of haphazard happening flapped a variable vantage. Blown as though by silk hankie butterfly blessing launched under lead light detail dragonfly wing Inside the sluice. tender seagrass arms greet me, surprise caressed Silky entry to a tepid tub, a calm community of smug inner sanctum club members, afloat. Blind to bedlam, their faces automatically accepting Smarmy, aloof, knowing the code Clicked into correct holding pattern Galvanized now among the longed for, unlocked passage Boasts a right angled me, porthole refuge Catatonic sanctum immune to struggle Bay of steady abundance Top step mission for admission somehow granted mine Spotlight shon on my cloned social demeanor, Meticulously honed modesty of highbrow gallery. 24th February Written for Contest: Gateway Sponsor: Constance La France