I salvaged a set of antique doors
that were piled in a yard
close by the ocean
with other detritus
from a torn-down house.
Hoping the owner would let me take them,
I talked with him
and listened to his stories
about who had passed through them,
what rooms they had separated.
It isn’t easy to find ones just so,
with the hardware still intact.
Perhaps if I hold on to them,
I thought,
and shape them here or there,
they’ll fill up gaps —
shut out the draft from the
old ice-box pantry,
dampen the kitchen noise that drifts
so easily up the stairs
when our children are sleeping.
But I wonder
if I will have time to use them,
or if someday
someone will come
and collect them from me.
bussokuseki 
I liked the thought you ended with. It seemed to be heading a different direction–a nice surprise. Thanks for writing it.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. Getting to the ending that I intend is one of the most interesting parts of writing for me… Be well~
real, simple and real. every word uttered makes perfect sense and depicts what is perfectly your life, your ideas and frames of reference… i have never read such pure and honest poems.. thanks for sharing your wisdom.. i have a lot to learn from you and the kind of glimpses your works offer 🙂
What a touching comment. Thank you for reading, for feeling, for such a heartfelt response. I am at a loss for other words…Be well, be well…~
Thanks, this opened a portal for me. Lovely 🙂
Thank you, as always and again, for stopping by, reading, and sharing your thoughts. I deeply appreciate it. Be well~
Isn’t impermanence wonderful? We get to share it with the next generation, along with a story…
Impermanence is my constant koan, which I suppose is why it comes up when I write…
Great writing, and I really like the perspective, and moral to it.
Thanks so much for reading and for taking the time to comment. I’ve been having trouble writing all week…and today, in the midst of the day, there it was…
You’re very welcome. I will always read, and comment on what I read, it is only ethical to do so, when somebody’s work rightfully deserves it.
Most excellent. Thank you for sharing. My grandmother’s house had doors with knobs like those in the picture. I wish that I had some of them.
Best of luck looking, no matter what you find! Thanks for stopping by to read and taking the time to comment. Be well~