Doors

Doors see
no arrivals or departures
only comings and goings
doors are shortsighted
always part of a room


You enter
shutting at your back
snowy mountains plunging rivers
anything
it doesn't matter
because you don't look back

Before you
a vision of doors opens
to more rooms more doors
you could go on forever
door to door
hunting
a vision of windows
left behind

Colin Morton - The Vision of Doors




John Lee Hooker - I'm Leaving