Illustration by Mary Bradley ****************
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I rap my knuckles on the door
Knock again
No answer
Needing in
I pound
Push
And heave
But it holds
So I stand back
And pause
Then spy the pins at the hinges:
Tap, tap – tap, tap, tap -
I’m in!
What is possible?
What more are we capable of doing?
Patience
Resolve
Inquisitiveness
I love the simplicity of this poem…but its profound implications. “I stand at the door and knock”. Reminding me again of gentle patience, of the water that moves mountains.
Beautiful picture by Mary, too.
Thanks Anna!
another awesome poem for my collection…….Thankyou!
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