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Doorsteps

Doorsteps are often underappreciated.

They are only ever trodden on, stepped across, or swept over, meaning

their function may very well be well respected, but

their presence seems to frequently be taken for granted.

 

When I was younger, that was not yet so.

We weren’t yet rushed travelers, escaping the past and

falling fearfully into the future; instead,

we used to sit down on our doorstep, with

lemonade and rosy cheeks, resting from

our adventure, catching our excited breaths.

 

We sat there many a time, always for a little while.

The door would be propped open,

exchanging used for fresh air, allowing for

other people to come in and out as well.

 

That doorstep does not have to lead to your house.

It can also be the elevation of the pavement,

the winding dirt road,

or the sandy, perhaps rocky, shore.

 

That Porta Sancta can be any

personal, tension-filled threshold between twos,

creating a band in the middle

—a horizon if you will—on which

you can dance, if you like, or

just sit, if you prefer, on which you can remain

merely present, for just a tiny moment.

 

It is all a matter of stopping the movement,

Looking both ways, and then

taking the next step again

…perhaps a little differently as initially planned.

 

Happy 2016, folks!

About Marie-Sophie Guntram

Marie-Sophie is a language lover at heart and a linguist by training. She's currently seeking to make a living and, more importantly, a life.

One comment on “Doorsteps

  1. Ruth Guntram
    December 30, 2015

    Tor oder Tür oder Türschwelle der Barmherzigkeit. Lass uns auf dieser Schwelle verweilen. Hindurchgehen wäre zu schnell.

    Von meinem iPhone gesendet

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This entry was posted on December 30, 2015 by in writing some poetry.