The Gateway

I found a gateway in the forest, doorless,
Rooted in my mind's gut
It had no leaves
But when I passed under its bow
I smelled green

On both sides it was forest, floorless,
Wall-less, flawless
It had no beams
And when I foraged for its cornerstone
I found mud

When I dance under its parapet
I am here and on the other side
at once
Running, motionless, back to fore
A memory, a flood

In the gateway I am cordless, shoreless
Formless, mournless
I have no seams
And the forest is a chorus
I construct

Written in the 2000s. (Somewhere between 2002-2010) My 20s were a very prolific time, but also very disorganized. There’s just no telling when some of these first came into being. I feel like this one was toward the middle. It’s definitely a mood. I THINK I meant the gateway to be somewhat a metaphor for imagination, which is why I also put this in the “writing life” category.

myth / fantasy, nature, rhyming, short, writing life