Doors

If I were to open you

What would I find

Would it be vast sandy shores

With the smell of ocean spray

And the caress of the sun on my skin

Would it be lush greenery

With the sounds of the animals in the air

And the smell of the moist earth

After a summer rain

Would it be studios 

Where creative beings gather

To collectively connect with their gifts

And the smells and sounds seductively swirl

To entice the senses

Would it be galleries
With bare walls just calling

To hold my work to prove to self

That I can be whatever I want to be

Would I find endless roads

Begging to be explored

Where I can ride the winds

And connect to my soul

Or would I find busy streets filled with traffic

And hypnotized people all rushing home

After sitting in their concrete towers

Wondering where their lives have gone

Or would I find me

Sitting in the dark expanses

Being still

 ...

Waiting

 ...

For the yet undiscovered doors
To make their presence known