The Gate

There’s a gate

Can you see it up ahead?

Maybe you’re already here

Wondering, looking, worrying

Do I step through? But what then?

There’s a path beyond, in a shroud of mist, which winds its way from present sight

Few clues as to destination, apart from an old signpost, declaring ‘From here on’

It’ll need a trusting push to proceed

Doors don’t open themselves

And you could turn back or seek another way

You have done a bit of that, off-path stuff

Though let it be said, this path has not let you down, and sometimes made you smile

And now this portal to the unseen and unknown

You’ve been here before though you’ve never been here before

Wondering, looking, trusting

And before you can move, the gate, it opens itself

In the mist, a kindly light