“life is nothing..”
nothing but conclusions,
conclusive to the doors we open
and what we’ve reached
at the foot of the stairs, some mystery
that is our own
because we own it, and yet
we owe it something: a smile, a decision, perhaps
a beginning, a beginning to put our hand on the handle,
poised in front of the door frame
framing our thoughts, our mind set,
set to do something in this life, maybe to this life,
turn it upside down, if we can,
or maybe (actually) right side up,
even if it means turning our guts inside out,
out of the room we’re in
and into this time,
the time ahead of this, of us.
because we know we choose our fate
and because we know
we chose this door
ahead of us, with our hands on the handle,
we take a deep breath
and turn the knob,
open the door,
and step forward.