The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

lined with red blooms announcing possibility
the road beyond calls out its journeys
to gardens of elsewhere

lined with mist dissolving
found light

cascading into tension on
the fields of search

muddling with its metaphor
it’s the surname
of a wealthy man named Bill
who gives for others journeys
to opportunities of
elsewhere

it opens for returning soldier
and new refugee

riddling with its structure
questioning its purpose
beyond open and shut

it is frozen in the
beauty of welcome

(c) June Perkins