Open door

Before us is an open door,

a door we cannot close,

not individually,

not collectively,

an open door that remains

open because it must,

to what it is designed to do.

Through the door comes

the whirlwind,

the gathering storm,

raging as it is meant to do.

The door is open;

the building stands.

It stands.

Photograph by Jana Illnerova via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.