that door

he should not
have imagined that door

he should not
have imagined
the handle

he shouldn’t have seen
through the eye
of his mind
the turning of the handle
to open

he shouldn’t have heard
the latch give way
or the sound of hinges
in their first
creaking movement

shouldn’t have stared
at the darkness revealed
shouldn’t have been
so
drawn towards it

we lost him
at the closure

none of us
could
conjure a key

that door was his
and no-one else
could follow

but
he shouldn’t have

how we wished
he wouldn’t have

why
did he imagine
that door

~

Poem #435 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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