Sleeping By the Door
Sometimes I think I see it
but then my head slips sideways
into a fogbank right by its fading threshold.
Jesus said: I Am The Door.
He said it in many ways.
My friend Morty, says
that the ‘door’ is just a metaphor,
but he’s never fallen asleep
so near to that place.
Why would we need a door anyway?
We must be stuck in a place
so deep inside of our ourselves
that Jesus knew we all needed a door,
an exit, out of here.
The other night I fell asleep again
right outside that door,
this time
I actually dreamed of walking through,
but of course it was just a dream,
when I told Morty about it
he went very quiet, then confessed
he had seen me coming toward him
from the other side of a door,
and when (in that dream),
we both looked about us, we could see
that there were openings everywhere,
openings like blossoms of light
getting bigger and bigger,
and no doors.
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