Ajar

 

Intimacy takes many forms

the shared laugh, the private joke

a knowing look, a touch or stroke–

a kind word shared, the words that aren’t…

We writers work in ‘vagaries’

take shelter in our metaphors;

we live in one reality

in a house with many doors.

Very few have walked our halls

their footsteps echo from the past,

while still I shelter in these walls

and wonder if my life is cast.

No time machine to take us back

just forward through infinity;

while trying to keep our souls intact

concede our own duplicity.

I've no clue to how I got this far,

  perhaps a door was left ajar

 

© Ginny Brannan