The Gatekeeper
I am the keeper,
Who and what gets in
Is my responsibility.
Tides of new thought arrive,
Containers for spreading despair,
As I work the stars are always
Majestic up there.
Restless on a square of
bedrock memories,
Sparks of anxiety
Set off fires, useful for
Recipe cooking and
Reference checking.
Pure colors dilute into
Black and white tapestries
Of guilt and self doubt,
Like weather fronts,
Coming in and going out.
Vast, ambiguous weight
Sways in my aching heart,
The latch and sagging hinges
Need repair, so much use,
Like my hands and feet, me..
The gatekeeper.
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