Shut Ins

by Richard Dinges

 

Each closed door,

windows draped, shadows

dropped from dim

bare bulbs, harbors

hope, a frame around

what might be beyond.

light seeps through cracks,

cast dust motes in shafts

that shift in lazy

currents. My eyelids

droop to complete

images, fill in color,

open portals into

the other side

of dreams where no

keys are required

and a youthful

body stands waiting

for me to run.

 

About Author:

unnamed Richard Dinges has an MA in literary studies from University of Iowa, and after many years, he no longer manages business systems at an insurance company.  Avalon, Poem, Icon, Red River Review, and The Journal most recently accepted his poems for their publications.