Say, junk drawer to anyone;
there’s a slight start,
acknowledgement,
a momentary smile—
reaction to being found out.
Then the little door
at the back of your brain opens
at the top of its stairs.
Quiet light speaks from it;
and you rise without steps,
pass through
into your own
The Door

John Hicks is a New Mexico poet: has been published by: South Florida Poetry Journal, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Bangor Literary Journal, Verse-Virtual, Blue Nib, Poetica Review, and others. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from University of Nebraska – Omaha, and writes in the thin mountain air of the southern Rockies.