THRESHOLDS

Doorways
whisper
like a plotting assassin
during the excursions
in the labyrinths of midnight’s landscape.
One accidentally encounters them
while following a map
to some other intended destination.
It is so easy to overlook
where our minds
should truly roam
or a finish line
for a race
we didn’t know
that we were competing in.
Keys and doorknobs
are kept in the heart’s
safe
and God
is the locksmith.