One Way In

The door was locked



against the entry

of the merest draught

shut tight

all gaps closed

against the ill wind

Don’t let it in, 

they cried

we’ve blown it away,

then closed up the gaps.

But what about the gentle breeze?

That should have space

to enter.

And will we know

which one is blowing

when we feel

the first touch.

Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

Blow it away,

the ill wind.

Don’t let it in.

But if there’s a sweet breath

within it

that should have space

to enter

and there’s only one way in.

for both.


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