It's Tuesday, And The Door Is Open


It's Tuesday, and the door is open-

Not much, just a little-

Enough for a person to imagine

Squeezing through, gaining freedom.

I hear the sounds from the other side:

White noise of fans, children playing,

Their delighted sounds reverberating

Between the brick exteriors

Of buildings with crowded homes.

This is my home, and outdoor or in,

I run the same race toward freedom,

Discovering only this:

Not only should I dream wild dreams,

But I must inhabit the tarnished present,

Tainted by the death of wishes

And the grime of a thousand complaints.

May I awaken, soon, to the beauty of things.

Jamie Bagley