between the doors
Susan Windle

all things are possible
i don’t mean my house or yours
i don’t mean inside or out
that space between
is where i’ll meet you

let’s stop this back and forth
let’s stay right here
in the doorway
where all wars cease

it may seem like a narrow place
where nothing much
could happen
but we can not know the size
of openings we do not see
nor feel the breadth of
that which waits for us

the other side of what seems
impossible