The door was born out of longing
to worlds man tries to shut out.
She is wisdom,
she is the porter of sky and earth.
The door chats with windows, bargains
longer openings when they are on strike
and barricade behind Venetian blinds,
she confutes their sole right to breathe
and spread light, (after all, they were born
as an appendix).
The door is the parapet of man’s earthly bridge–
he leans on her to watch blue storms,
to let air tangle combed hair,
to pick clouds in the sky’s orchard
and have rain wash disoriented footprints
to step on the threshold of life’s new paths.
Lori Marchesin (pen name abroad: Paula Grenside) has been writing stories and poems for a long time. She usually composes her poems in English and then translates them into Italian too. Her poems are present in online magazines and anthologies.