“We do not pass through the same door twice
Or return to the door through which we did not pass”-T.S. Eliot


by Carmen H Gray

What lies beyond it?

Is it a portal to some unknown place?

Or is it a familiar world I shall retrace?

Some are arched and proud

Singing to all, “enter, you are allowed”

But I daresay the best exits that I’ve passed through

Have been the ones more hidden from view

Where perhaps a misstep sent me

Or by chance it unlocked from a lent key

Surprising and enchanting me