A Poem: A Door Open

Poetry is
a door open half a crack.

A window ajar
to the wind.

A structure without walls.

Poetry is the tap tap
of a blind against the sill.

An ocean in a shell.

The sound of a distant sea.

Poetry is the slope of words,
off which we take a little leap.

And the shape,

the way they fit into ears,
as a key into a lock.

The way they find a route
via sound to the heart.

And the heart?

The heart is a skylight.

A door opening
to the sound of a knock.

Or walls,

of a structure made possible
with words.

And the heart is a shell
curled

through which flows the
wild wild sea.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
January 2020


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