Doors in the Night

The light is on,
a low-wattage affair,
barely enough to change the world
from black and white to color,
just enough to see
there is somewhere to go,

somewhere that will take you from the storm,
to a place dry and warm,
a place to shed your shivers and fear of the night,
to find sustenance and safety, if only for a while.

You have no idea what is inside,
friend or foe, you only know that there
the darkness is pushed back.
and so blind,
you open the door.

About this poem

About politics. About relationships. About, even doors in the night. When we are in a bad place, too often we will flee to the first light, never knowing whether demons or angels live inside.

The picture was taken in Provincetown, MA.

Tom