- Vol. 06
- Chapter 11
When one Door shuts — it stays Shut
Life is always going on somewhere else.
In another town, city or country.
Icarus falls from the sky — stupid, reckless boy.
Straight down in a sunburst — quite unremarkable.
While other eat their cornflakes and moan about the glare.
Oblivious to the news about floods, famine or failure.
Safely bubble wrapped — until one pops loud and clear.
A woman cries when her home is washed clean away.
Her pain trickles through — tear by tear by tear by tear.
While others check the forecast and exhale slowly.
Doors close — windows close — isolation closes in.
Borders close — Countries close — impervious to the Refugee.
The stranger in our midst — his solitariness might infect.
We trap the moment as we descend the staircase.
And hover on the landing — unsure of our welcome,
Our lifeline is in their strong and unfeeling hands.
While texting frantically — LET ME IN!
Because you don't want a corpse on your doorstep.
To walk past and over on your way to somewhere else.