Walls and Winds (Poem)

We sometimes see walls

We sometimes see walls

Where there are doors

With locks

Which might need picking first.

Possibilities lie

In our periphery,

Openings that can not be seen

Until they’re traversed.

Beyond the openings

Bridges of frosted glass shudder,

Never settling,

While, apparently,

Stiff winds

Push through

The air and weave through

Their transparency.

And, one overtaking the other,

Indeed filled and enriched,

Feet, once soothed, safe, mired in space,

Proceed in their pilgrimage,

Moved with faith, desire, and grace.