Why, oh why bother with ‘this or that’
When what’s ‘new’ is really old, like a patched hat?
Can’t stand/sit too still, ‘less one grows fat.
(Is that butter or margarine, that little pat?)
Opening, closing, a bang on the wall
The comings and goings, the rush of it all
Is it worth the window, the lock, the pane?
Or is open space a better fresh air, something more plain?
Either way, stretch high, kneel low
Regarding this door – through it, I’ll go.