The Door On The Floor
The Door On The Floor
Sometimes, I look for a door on the floor of my bedroom—
Even though there’s no such door—just because it would be
Such an awesome thing to have. Wouldn’t you want one?
I’ll become the envy of all my secret friends. Just today
I bought a heavy-duty torch, a pair of rugged boots,
A helmet and a length of rope. I carried it all in a small bag
Expecting my friends to ask me where I was headed
And pleading with me to let them join in on this mystery.
But I was clear I would say no to all of them, not Poorvi though.
I would never say no to her. But she refuses to talk to me. So,
That’s a relief. I’ve prepared some sandwiches and lemonade.
I’ll open the door tonight. Maybe I should keep that long knife?
You never know what might be lurking in the shadows. I think,
I better ask someone to join me in there. Let them go first.
Those growls I hear sometimes must be from behind that door.
That couple next door, they are always happy. Maybe they have a door
On the floor that leads to the top of a beautiful mountain,
Or the banks of a lazing river... I think I must try that door tonight.