Miroslav Holub: The Door

The Door

Go and open the door.

   Maybe outside there’s

    a tree, or a wood,

   a garden,

   or a magic city.

Go and open the door.

   Maybe a dog’s rummaging.

   Maybe you’ll see a face,

or an eye,

or the picture

                   of a picture.

Go and open the door.

   If there’s a fog

   it will clear.

Go and open the door.

   Even if there’s only

   the darkness ticking,

   even if there’s only

   the hollow wind,

   even if

             nothing

                         is there,

go and open the door.

At least

there’ll be

a draught.

Miroslav Holub

The Door

Go and open the door.
Perhaps outside
there's a tree, or a wood,
or a garden,
or a magic town.

Go and open the door.
Perhaps outside
there's a dog scratching.
Perhaps there's a face outside,
or an eye
or the picture
of a picture.

Go and open the door.
If there's fog outside
it will go.

Go and open the door.
There could be outside only
singing darkness,
and there could be outside only
wind's hollow breath
and there could be
absolutely nothing
outside,
go and open the door.

At least
there would be
a draught. 

Miroslav Holub