My Porch Paradox
Step up on the door step, dimly lit
Brown boxes opened, tape slit,
Balanced on my knee carefully bent,
Held tightly under my chin’s whiskered dent.
Slowly, I reach for the knob.
If it turns, I might be robbed,
An intruder invaded, maybe,
But if it’s stuck, I’m forced to find my key
and know my things are safe and sound
as I jiggle my keys in the moonlight around.
Author Note: in this poem, i am trying to be an imagist and describe the situation so that the reader can feel the mental dilemma of wanting two things, ease of opening the door (less work) and piece of mind (not worried).
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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