As doors close events rush back
Assembling in order as occurred.
Thoughts in this tiny room
A cell of words, of music, of sometime peace.
Doors close and worlds converge
Like tiny streams meeting high amid the rocks
And flow downhill colliding, merging
Like events that build your being, your head, your heart.
Flowing downstream, ever gathering pace
Resembling a river taking shape
Rushing ever faster, bearing
Houseboats, barges, dependants both.
Wider – and wider, stronger – and stronger the flow,
A stagnant front dumps and bursts river banks.
A crisis – midflow, midlife – averted, the river takes shape once more
And flows within constraints of reeded banks.
Rivers flow, they sometimes burst their banks
With time – disasters avoided –
Some doors close and events rush back
Assembling in order as they occurred.