Winding.

DOORS

I’m trying to create an option for all

these doors in life. You’re inside

or out, outside or in. Of late, doors

have failed us more than the two-party system

or marriages comprising only one person.

We’ve been fooled into thousands of dualisms

which the Buddha says is a bad idea.

Nature has portals rather than doors.

There are two vast cottonwoods near a creek

and when I walk between them I shiver.

Winding through my field of seventy-seven

large white pine stumps from about 1903

I take various paths depending on spirit.

The sky is a door never closed to us.

The sun and moon aren’t doorknobs.

Dersu Uzala slept outside for forty-five years.

When he finally moved inside he died.

Jim Harrison