Come In

Sometimes a barrier

between you and me,

solid, thick, sound proofed.

Occasionally an opening

bringing welcomed surprises

to pass smiles upon faces

with gentle hands and

open hearths.

Waveringly a blockade

buffering strong winds

howling against large oaks,

rustling leaves.

Worn edges, smoothed

by time and strangers

knocking askance to enter

through the portal or

ancient friends whose hands

have grazed its surface

many times over.

Welcome to my front door.