I looked at the doorway
And saw light and dark
A pathway between the possible and the Not
On the other side, rooms infinite
How can I know
Without crossing that threshold?
And within
If I held still
My world would be the same
Nothing chanced, nothing gained
The doorway held a possible future
A probable failure
Most likely, a couch or a sofa!
In between
The atoms held
A cat alive and dead
No chance for escape
Anxiety!
To do or not to do
Either way a choice
A decision I cannot undo
The doorway held both light and dark
Shadow and sun
Neither of which could tempt me
A threshold to a new way forward
A decision made
A confident step
Would I move, a world open to me
My thoughts are not action
Stillness is a choice
I looked at the doorway
And saw light and dark
A choice not made
Between the possible and the Not