The beginning’s in the end, you know.
Good advice, like how a closing door signals
some new one opening, or a window, too,
it’s sometimes said to change the wisdom up.
A door slamming itself on your butt,
propelling you through another door to what?
The lady, the tiger, green pastures to lie down in?
The deep, dark start of rest could always be
through that beckoning doorway sometime.
And a new window once? No need to draw the picture
that gravity demands in situations such as this.
But we’ll always cross our fingers and pray
that this way will bring something new, positive,
at least out of the blocks, making you glad
you followed through, clearly even had to,
stepping into some beginning signaled by an end.