.

on one door, it bespoke a heavy presence of timber and framed
a large bronze handle only recently held as copper
inside, a verdant green

on a second door, it waved with breeze and web. inside, a spider
handle of gossamer with braided strand
inside was but a mirror

on the third door, is simmered coal black
handle of diamond
inside was solid rock

on the fourth door, blinding white with trails
handle the warmth of a beating heart
inside, a pulse

so much yet so simple, such doors to choose
simple yet another choice so often unnoticed…
the choice to become the ceiling, above all and seeing such, or a floor, feeling the entire weight.