To An Automatic Door

No, I don’t wave a wand, but it opens silently ahead of me. No push, no pull, no “open sesame”, no tiny whoosh as the door swings wide. With arms full, I can carry in packages, no struggle, no dropping the eggs. I can push in a stroller or wheelchair or walker I can use a cane, no hands required. No magic, just an automatic door – no impediment to my passage. I am welcomed inside with open arms. I don’t have to do a thing.