Open-Minded

Open-minded
Betsy McKenzie

Somebody left the gates of my mind
Swinging open wide
Between the worlds.
Where others have their minds and souls
Locked up right and tight, the
Winds blow freely through my heart.

Oh, unnerving, to look out and
See the endless stars and
Worlds beyond our world;
To know that there is nothing but
The thinnest membrane between
The place I stand and all eternity.

The whispers from other Whos
And other whens and wheres
Are not a comfort or a treasure,
To the radio that brings them here.
A thin, razor’s edge lies bleeding
Between my everyday and
The day-to-day of otherwhere.

January 22, 2006