Gates

there is no

before or behind

the Gate.

there are only

Hinges

and

Beams,

Arches

and Nails,

as my Soul

swings wide.

 .

there is no

foreground

to seek

or past

to leave,

only the Gate

that leads

to the Depths

of my own

Heart.

i oil that hinge,

i knock

on my own door.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: The Gate by Rob Taylor. To see more of his poetry and photography, visit his site by clicking here, Irreducible Primary.

 

 

 

 

 

9 thoughts on “Gates

  1. Yes! 🙂 Excellent thought. I also like this made me think the counterpoint.
    There is no gate, no board no nail, I pass within and without, unimpeded. Something like that.

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