Graffiti (Thursday Doors)

Stand in the middle they said.  Look for an opening.  Feel the wind.  Discard your armor.  Push the complications away.  Become.

a globe
instead of a box–
a portal not a hard wall

Can I fly, sing, unconfined,
riding currents like a chord?
Can me become we?

I’ve written a liwuli poem to go with Bushboy’s photo contribution to the Thursday Doors Writing Challenge. I do like a poetic form that includes questions. It is also an answer to Sadje’s W3 prompt on the theme of hope. Whoever decorated that door is asking similar questions to the ones my poem asks I think, looking for that portal. You can’t locate a portal without hope.

The photo above of the portal of birds is from the Es Devlin exhibit at the Cooper Hewitt, which I featured in a previous Thursday Doors post.

And here’s a collage portal I did for a Kick-About prompt.

Here’s a translation of Bruce’s introduction to his performance in 1988, a year before the Berlin Wall fell: It’s nice to be in East Berlin. I want to tell you that I’m not here for or against any government, I have come to play rock’n’roll for the East-Berliners, in the hope that one day all barriers will be torn down.

Music is a portal of hope that connects us all.

And find more doors, as always, at Thursday Doors, hosted by Dan Antion.