In mourning
It was no more
than a chance of birth
that made you
“my” country
But here I am
living and crying
and others
just
dying
Within what the map tells me
is the confines of you
I want so much
so much
to love you
to believe in the promise
such promise
that elementary teachers
tell us
is true
But my heart
my heart
no longer believes it
and all I can do
is mourn
and mourn
and mourn
and mourn
than a chance of birth
that made you
“my” country
But here I am
living and crying
and others
just
dying
Within what the map tells me
is the confines of you
I want so much
so much
to love you
to believe in the promise
such promise
that elementary teachers
tell us
is true
But my heart
my heart
no longer believes it
and all I can do
is mourn
and mourn
and mourn
and mourn
Threshold
Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock
The click of the key in the lock
the doorknob turns
and a thin line of light wedges its way across the floor
My folks always locked the door to their house, always, always, locked up tight!
Even just heading across the street to the park
Click!
Make sure to lock the door behind you.
In my childhood room, I always insisted upon the closet door
Open.
Because only when shrouded by particle board pine did mysteries arise,
like some sort of Schrodinger’s monster
The door to the wardrobe led
(eventually and sometimes)
to Narnia
And Alice had to creep through a tiny door to emerge into Wonderland
Answer a riddle and fool the guard
to gain entry into a fantastical new world
Of course
You have to leave the old one behind first
(originally written for "At the Threshold" choreographed by Josephine Garibaldi)
The click of the key in the lock
the doorknob turns
and a thin line of light wedges its way across the floor
My folks always locked the door to their house, always, always, locked up tight!
Even just heading across the street to the park
Click!
Make sure to lock the door behind you.
In my childhood room, I always insisted upon the closet door
Open.
Because only when shrouded by particle board pine did mysteries arise,
like some sort of Schrodinger’s monster
The door to the wardrobe led
(eventually and sometimes)
to Narnia
And Alice had to creep through a tiny door to emerge into Wonderland
Answer a riddle and fool the guard
to gain entry into a fantastical new world
Of course
You have to leave the old one behind first
(originally written for "At the Threshold" choreographed by Josephine Garibaldi)