Of Havens by Tricia Knoll

Of Havens

            …the wide open door/Means nothing if it cannot be closed.
            – May Sarton

Rock caves vent
smoke, baby cries
and boasts, but

my love’s home has windows
to see ins and outs –
stops for barefoot still-point.
Sun bounces on glass,
fingers follow rain trails.

Doors crack for walk-aways
from chores and overhearing
hard stories not my own.
This leaving-for-living
until I come back
to shed my shoes.

Within open and closed,
I know where you are,
what you need.

Sometimes
where you go when
your dreams touch a blue door
until the softest click,
(not a lock twist) lets it
hang and you find home
here. With me, reading
whispers on the ceiling.

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Tricia Knoll is a Vermont poet who in 2024 welcome two new collections into publication: Wild Apples (poems of downsizing and moving 3,003 miles) and The Unknown Daughter (a chapbook exploring the voices of people who interact with the Tomb of the Unknown Daughter). She is a Contributing Editor to Verse Virtual. Website: triciaknoll.com