Better than six feet below
I was thinking to myself today that
it seems doors and windows are always
closing and never
opening.
But I read the news,
But I read the news,
listened to raised voices
echoing in the dusk
outside my house,
watched people
trudging home
covered in grime and sweat
and thought–
any time I’m alive
is a time I can grab
a crow bar
and force a window or a door
open.