When I Was Able to Look
By Jennifer Barber
Behind the first door I saw
a tricycle at the curb.
Behind the second door
stars dropped like fireflies.
At the third I beheld
an infant wailing in my arms.
The fourth opened to
a mule turning a mill stone.
I came to the fifth door
down a hallway of sloped walls.
At the sixth I unclasped
my necklace of clay beads.
At the seventh door
I removed my shoes.
Copyright © 2021 by Jennifer Barber.