I've turned on my
porch light, I suppose
that's all I can do
the key was left
under the mat to
my wide open door
invitation extended to
what, I don't know,
space to speak aloud
room for thoughts to
convey outside of
easily mistook riddles
a place to just be
without funneling self into
accepted working form
just space & time to
connect, no assumptions
no expectations