The Key
One day
you rush out
your back door
and drop
your key
It drops into
the deep, deep snow
and you don’t know
its gone until
hours later
Or maybe
you lost it
many lifetimes ago;
wandering
from door
to door
since then, getting in
the best you can with
whomever opens
to you
One day
something, someone,
comes and melts the snow
around your door
and the key
is revealed,
shining at your feet—
a place you had trod
every day unaware that
the key
was there
all along, waiting
for your glance,
waiting for you—
home.
Lisa Vihos
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