Let’s open all the locked doors upon our eyes
that keep us from knowing the Intelligence
that begets love
—Hafiz, “Why Ask the Donkey
Though I have tried
to dismantle them,
there are still doors
on my eyes. Hinges
rusty, paint chipped,
old wood exposed,
but darned if they
don’t work at closing.
Please, if you know
where to find
a few termites,
let’s invite them
to my place for lunch.
I sure hope you are inviting the termites to lunch and not having them for lunch.
Yum yum, with an aftertaste that leaves you wanting more.
I like that the doors are described and pictured as worn and dilapidated, but they still “close”– so true.