Behind Closed Doors

[icegreenstars]

It all begins with a meeting
Glances across      lopsided
conversations become
close snarks
side by side. I'm getting out the tools,
it seems to be time to build myself
another room, a new addition
to this house of leaves.

The first week is promising
as the bones of the room
are erected
to the welcome pounding
and buzzing of fresh screws
driving into unexplored wood.
I put up the outside of the wall,
defining the boundaries
of this microcosm.

I drive a few crooked nails
here and there
but I think I'm doing well enough.
Until I realize that I've been
working in the dark. I built the
windows facing north
where you can see neither the sun
rise nor the sun
set; I put the drywall up sideways.
I decide to just finish the door
so I can close it
and walk away.

But maybe I would have realized,
if I had stayed behind that door
or even if I go to open it again,
that I really do like looking north
and that the mirrors
really do hang better when the dry
wall is sideways.
I suppose that's why
I keep looking
behind closed doors.