I
I hear voices in the squeaking
of door hinges when opening
and closing them. Always
surprised the voices speak. I
think they’re saying something
about opening and closing
doors completely.
II
There are tracks of birds
on my deck in the light
snow that are close to the door.
I imagine I'm being reminded
of the nature of flight
by the tracks of birds
in the snow.
III
Sometimes when I’m
driving and I don’t
know where I am
I almost turn down
streets with the sign
No Outlet. I think,
“The way out
is the way in.”
Anyone can see that.
-Byron Hoot
