I stand in a doorway,
looking forward,
glancing back,
in a weighted moment
that is not
past and not future,
standing at this threshold
with regrets,
with hopes,
with satisfaction,
and with the fear of
dreams that might yet come
at last from this door with
Janus smiling double at me
and pointing back and
gesturing forward
to what was and
what might be.

22/8/2024