THE MAT BEFORE THE DOOR
Face down on the ground
I wait with the many thoughts of little to no value
that always rise and course through my veins
with all that other stuff rushing through there
with the nicotine and skin care cream.
It’s not that I particularly mind being a welcome mat
but really do you need to wipe your boots on me
thinking you’re going to somehow or another
be a keeping the house behind me clean?
Scrape the bottoms off before you get to the door.
I don’t mind the being walked on, it’s almost like a massage
I’d like it better if I turned round and was face up from the ground
maybe if you were, lovelier of heart and lighter, much lighter.
So many are there that carry so much excess baggage of remorse
who show up overloaded when they come knocking on heaven’s door.
© M Durfee