A door opens to another door,
the door to a window,
the window to an openness
that becomes total
Looking back into forgotten landscapes,
a cabin stands against thunder,
a hill pushes the horizon,
eyes follow a twisted dirt road
Looking out where north is not,
no stones bar the vastness,
no fences block the coyote,
no bolts hold back the crazed intruder:
Only the pure self
in a singular moment
between life and life
advancing in a warm bright light