sometimes I walk by
and the door is wide open
other times it takes a routine
jiggling of the knob or knocking
on the cracks in the frame or
breathing heavily on the peep hole
to be let in even then there is
often no invitation into the
hallowed halls of creativity
if any poets out there
who have and are willing to share
their connection to the Doorkeeper
of that temple of great writing
I’d be willing to give you
anything but my soul
come to think of it
even that could be a worthy
deal for a beast of a good poem