Words out in the wild

The Lockless Door

It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.

I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.

But the knock came again
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.

Back over the sill
I bade a "Come in"
To whoever the knock
At the door may have been.

So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.

- Robert Frost

I haven't read as much as I would have liked, but have certainly enjoyed more poetry this April, National Poetry month, than I have in a very long time.
I particularly liked the images from Poets.org FreeVerse project (the Flickr group pool is here). What a fantastic idea, huh? :)

Find more poems for your pocket here: www.poets.org/pocket