The Knock On My Door–A Poem
The Knock On My Door
Flushed with excitement, she asked
for pen and paper to capture
greatness ready to unfurl.
We had never met before,
but I knew her poems, that look
in her eyes mirroring my own.
I welcomed her in, offerings
placed on the kitchen table,
as, I quietly tried not to stare.
She held her pen
above the blank paper
like a word midsentence.
Then a whispering light
of energy flowed. The words
streamed as sunshine in a dark room.
Ink on paper, consciousness
flowing from the forgotten
onto the threads of trees
to illuminate the stargazing me,
breath held, the tension
or intention to swim
in the magic of connection,
poets prompting each other on
while sharing a pot of tea.
The vastness of mysteries,
the sacredness of passage,
the unity of desire
pulse from our hearts,
bleeding onto paper,
lettered in black and blue.
Our fragile, fleeting
stanzas become markers
of our shared human destiny.
And when we wait
for the knock on the door,
we may answer to find
a star-filled universe spilling open
on our doormats. And we, full
of wonder, invite it in for a cup of tea.
®2025 Delaina J. Miller
