By: Isobel Gaedtke

In and out,
In and out
I wonder what
They think of us

Passing through,
Portal is true
I wonder what
They think of us

Doorways to memories,
Passages to now
Portals to fear,
And laughter somehow

We are never knowing
And they are knowledgeable
Of all the things
That pass through
That are rather unstable

Doorways are passages
To sadness and joy
But they can be just
As simple as
A girl or boy