Doorway

Choose a quiet place, a ruins, a house no more
a house, under whose stone archway I stood …
A place where things were said and done,
there you can remember what you need to remember.
Melancholy is useful. Bring yours … to touch a crumbling brick or stand in a doorway framed by the day.
No one has to know of another doorway … It’s a place for those who own no place to correspond to ruins in the soul.
It’s mine. It’s all yours.

—Li-Young Lee,