from a line by Jane Hirshfield
There are no doors
“to hold a soul.”
Doors are holes
I move through
to other empty rooms.
Walls carve rooms
from emptiness.
Doors are holes.
I am a door.
There are no walls.
There is no soul
to invent a space.
Doors are holes.
I am a space
without a wall.
I am a whole.
There is no door.
Doors are holes.
I am my wall
to hold a soul.
(March 2013)
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