the way they do, I told,
in far east Asia. Nothing flimsy that
won't even hold a nail, but something
solid I can close and lock, if need be,
shutting out the sounds
of conflict, putting distance
in between when it is necessary
for my sanity and peace. While
Mr. Frost thought fences make
good neighbors, at times a door
is even more important. An open door
invites, implies so much, but
there's a time for everything,
and sometimes there's a time
to shut the door and just be still,
alone with thoughts, alone.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2015
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