the doorman stands

just outside

perhaps he doesn’t look like your idea of a doorman

but your curiosity draws you closer

he moves and puts his hand on the door

“what’s inside?” you ask

the doorman opens the door

smiles and steps aside for you

inside you see

green fields

smoke rising in the distance

buildings in ruins

peaceful cottages

flowing streams

menacing gray shapes moving in the distance

you hear faint song

music and laughter

cries, sorrowful wailing

an overpowering silence

someone is walking along a deserted shore

you look closely

it is you


come in

come in

you look back to the doorman

for help or advice

he has lost interest

slouching against the wall

he waits

his work done

no one can help you now

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott