the house is old. in my heart it
stands— a stigma to the lost, unknown father
i open the front door, again and close it, again.
and i repeat this, cyclic, and obsessed.
working to leave that door open,
someday, it will stand unbolted.
letting go, letting go, letting go.
Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time ... cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows--I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.