(Poem 334 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

When one door closes,
the outside is kept out,
which gives the traveler
a chance to look inward.

It is then that another
door swings wide open
revealing universal secrets
free to anyone asking
without words, looking
without eyes, finding
without even seeking.

@Home Studio – 334th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Doors photos to accompany my poem: