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.