Walk with me through a door that is a flower
opening. Walk with me through a door
that is a snake in the sea. Walk with me
through cloudy milky way shush,
and let’s leave this small galaxy for
the pleasure of finding, who knows, and the huge thrill
of doing whatever together—and let it
be a very long journey, maybe longer. Walk
with me, and if we stop let it be in a doorway,
a door with no walls so we can see how one
side is the same as the other. Let it be a door with no key.
Let it be a door that’s lost its lock. And let
it be you. And let it be me. And let it be
in between, let us let go the golden thread.
And let us not try to explain anything.
And let it be now that we leave.