Doors have always been a part of this.
Wet hands pulled me through the first.
Born a child of Earth
Into a world of shadow.
Resting as a gift on the belly of my mother.
Lying there without friends, alone
Cradled in her loving hands,
Folding like a screen of leaves
Lest a cunning breeze
Steal her precious Jade,
Pluck her sweet plum.
As another doorway looms,
The twilight of my life arrives
Truths revealed that are mine
A husband, dad, granddad, artist, poet
All of this,
While floating in the hammock of time
Under a ladybug moon.