the doorway lies before us

we wait at the threshold of silence

between past and future

 

to dwell in this threshold

holding silence close and dear

neither here nor there

 

wait as the seconds become minutes

moving on to months and years

silence surrounds silence

 

take it in and wait

until the time comes

then– just breathe and take a step

 

Pamela Olson

 

This poem kicks off the new

prompt “doorway” at

One Single Impression

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