on the way to somewhere new

1 Apr

I’m stuck
on an elevator
somewhere I
have never
been before.
I may not
come here
anymore.

The car
has stopped.
The doors
are stuck
and
I am

late for my day.
Why must I stay?

It’ll open, I promise,
eventually …
says a woman who
works here
everyday,

a woman
who emerges
with a key
when finally
the doors open
and we are all
(are we all?)

f r e e.

 

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National Poetry Writing Month
30 poems in 30 days

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