I heard you knock. I heard the rap when the knuckles hit the wood. I had shut the door behind me. I didn’t know where the keys were. I imagined the world beyond it many times.
What I see leaves me anxious. Unwilling to venture. So I forgot where the keys were. You knocked again.
This could be my way back in. All those waking daydreams could come true. The skies could part and down come a whole different world. You knocked again.
I am looking for the keys. I am not scrambling. Where they could be. Where I last saw them. Or maybe I should find a screwdriver and get the door off its hinges.
You call.
Le Ciel est Bleu 