A Door Ajar Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran

Startled,
I rose from my bed,
moved out
moved towards the front door-
yes, as I suspected
it remained half open!

I opened it in full
came out
outside it was pitch dark-
but for a few
sleepy lamp posts-

The night remained
half asleep

Retreating,
I closed the door
turned back to see
a faceless head moving
outside
about my window panes

I shouted
Who the hell outside there?

Startled,
I woke up

It was a dream

Fear or love or hatred
that lies at the bottom
of the subconscious
surface out as dreams

Do I love my door the more?
Do I fear my window the less?

A dream is a dream-
good or bad-
enjoy the better part therein!

January 7,2023