There is a window you could look into
To a door you could walk through
To a crack in the night where you could disappear
To the streets
Where the black carpet is rolled out
To take you turn after turn
By the houses with the closed gates
And the dangling keys
And when you reach the edge of a city
Past the warehouses and factories
Go into the openness of highways and fields
Forests and mountains
If you don’t get hopelessly lost
Or see the hands of the clock start to spin
As you pause for a moment
To strengthen your reserves
But find you cannot stop
Go to the edge of the ocean
To hold your breath for a very long time
And dive into the watery depths
Down down down to fathoms
So far below our world
Where no one has ever explored
The curated things that you will see
And when that is complete
And your body is quaking with knowledge
Then what?
What will you do with tomorrow?
Pull the blinds on the window
And watch TV?
Pamela Scott is a 64-year-old poet from Spanaway, Washington (currently unpublished). Her work explores nature and loss, spirituality and the moods of the soul. She has participated in Poets on the Coast in La Conner, Washington, and has been inspired by the published poets in that group.
