April is Poetry Month


The Heraclitus Door

I found a free-standing door in the woods.

Of course I went through!

On the other side you weren’t

any less absent, and yet

panic like a paper lantern

launched from my chest.

I turned, snatched the handle,

found it locked.

I knocked and I knocked;

the past would not let me back in.

 ~ Todd Dillard