The Magpie Bus Contemplates a Door

Go to the Magpie Tales site to read other responses to this prompt.

Poetry Bus poems can be found here.

I was bound & determined to combine the Magpie & the Poetry Bus this week. The Magpie prompt, as usual, is a picture (see below). The bus prompt, given by the science lady herself, NanU, is thus: 

For this week's Bus ride, instead of suggesting a topic to write about, I'd like us to change the poem-writing environment. Write your poem in a place and time and circumstances that break with your usual thing.

I didn't see any reason why that wasn't doable. However. The attempt with an actual pen and actual paper in the bedroom on Friday night was a bust. And just now (sadly, not a different time at all), in the yard with my netbook was not much better. In fact, this is my first attempt – which had nothing to do with the Magpie:

I sat in the yard on a Sunday
No it could not wait until Monday
I thought and I thought
And it all came to naught
My poem for the bus still a "someday."

But I persevered. I sat and stared at clouds. And birds. And bees (which did not produce any verses about safe sex). I talked with the neighbors and watched Dr. M put away the bocce set. And then I just started typing. So here you go – a Magpie Bus.

Half Open Door

I'm sitting here watching
that half open door -
beckoning beckoning.
I don't know where
or when or how
or even if I want.
Do I want?

Perhaps tomorrow
I'll set fear on the mantel -
the mantel in that
other home with
that other door,
firmly shut to me now.

With that thought comes
another thought:
I shut that door myself.
What harm can there be
in a half open door
beckoning beckoning?

I go to the door.