Sometimes an opening is an official boundary
But may also be a violation or a break
Where some deranged bull forces his way through
Determined to graze on the perceived greener grass.
Sometimes an opening is a promise, a potential,
Not fully formed or anticipated but offered
Or perhaps simply set quietly on the table
Beside the cake and flowers.
Sometimes an opening is a threat
Made when your boss waves you inside her office,
When your mother opens her mouth after a long measuring silence,
Or your father unbuckles his belt and pulls it from the loops with a violent whisper.
Sometimes an opening is really a closing
Letting in dangerous vapors and ideas
To contaminate and destroy
Everything possible with one breath.