The Door

There is a sign above this door that reads “No Exit”. Of course not. I am standing before it, and behind me is a limited space filled with words in books sorted into categories. Orderly, tidy, part of a system, the words are loaned to a limited number of people for a limited amount of time. But they must be returned. All of them are temporary. Another door, when it opens, is no exit, no escape, and it is not temporary. It is beyond my words. The door shall open, I pray, as an entrance (yes, I am entranced) to everything else. Another world awaits, just on the other side . . . 

Photograph “Paris, Portland, Anywhere” (Paris [TX] Public Library) © 2018 Timothy Waugh