Beautiful hand painted wood, Scalloped Designs
rich paisleys, Fleur de Lys
Ornate and golden
Stern metal, a shelter
Stone carved, cool but reassuring
Then there is the cave,
The edge of the lake
The train stations
The dojang floor
Thresholds, the first step crossing onto a journey
Unknown mostly – unexpected surely
The defining moment is the step
irreversible Once made,
the entrance fades
the choice of a moment
for better or for worse
but always a choice
the thresholds of our lives
the markers
and then there are those of us
who choose never to choose
also a choice
who stand,
look in, shift
from one foot to the next
whine, judge, lament
grow bitter for having always remained outside
of Life
teetering, missing, fearing
So true–and so nicely articulated. Thanks!
Should I commit to a comment? Maybe hold off. Shift my thinking a little first…let me think…yes…maybe. Umm. Okay. Hang on. Hmm…umm…damn. It’s so unfair asking me to comment. Why is there a comment line anyway? So much pressure to comment. I’m fine without commenting. Commenting is overrated. Yeah. Umm…
Nice Jac! Nice!
So truthfully written…
Wonderful to start the day with the gift of poetry!
Blessings!
Sometimes thresholds have guards .
You can trick them by pointing to the sky and say
“Look an bald eagle ”
They look up ,and you cross
Unless you are the guard.
I love the feeling here… the pause… be it momentary or a lifetime of avoidance. Thanks, Kiki for these windows of awakenings.
Thank you Kate for your meaningful appreciation and support. Daughter of wolves yourself!