Lions Mane

To live on a threshold
is no minor task
there’s work to be done here
like cutting the grass

The leaves may need raking
to keep the path clear
in case you might someday
be wandering near

The passage may need some
fresh paint or repairs
All the while watching..
hello? who’s there?

Strangely enough the
gateway is too wide
for one persons body
just two, side by side

No pulling or pushing
no “go it alone”
The threshold of dreams is
the door to a home

I sweep and then ponder
the steps in-between so
I might catch a glimpse
through this liminal seam

A figure quite distant
walks down the lee shore
as i remain here
by this well hidden door ~