Interior

It is not a question

of making a deal and guessing

which door the prize lies behind;

it is a question of choosing

which door to open first, which path

to follow, which future to select,

the choice to be made in a split sliver

of time, and once decided, once the door

is opened and walked through,

the possibility of return is non-existent,

even if the door remains open, even if

backward steps can be taken.

Or it is a question of choosing

which room to clean first, which interior

to dust and sweep and mop and wash and

scour. Or it is a question of waiting until

a door is opened. Perhaps the questions are

the same.

Painting: Interior by Vilhelm Hammershoi (1899), National Gallery of Art, London.