Door - Poetry by Martha Collins

Text for Door
Composer: Kate Soper

Poetry by Martha Collins

Door

1.

Sound me out

of this silent place†† Oh listen

(if we could talk)

2.

Outside my office window
on the soccer field, seagulls
face a goal, they are a team

with no opponent

3.

Shell I think pearl
I think my hand

pearl pearl

4.

The space before the words
begin, or after the words, or between

the words, the opened

mouth between the words


5.

Not some window
through which to see the world
go by

Door, rather, opening
out and in

Nothing framed

6.

I love you, I
said, a small thing, a small sense
of something not
myself --

You