Liminal Space

Cross the threshold with me.
Through the linen curtains
Lies the other land,
The one that looks like ours but isn’t.
Stalk into the stripes
Of light and shadow in this hallway;
You remember the floorboards
Or at least feeling forlorn here.
The stairwell is well-lit but
It’s empty. Failure of presence
Makes the mansion feel
Unreal.
Steal
Into the street.
The light of lamps
Reminds you to move through,
Move on, transition
To the next scene.
There’s no one here–
So why do you feel seen?