My eyes wander against this white privileged door,
starkly plain in sight
My mind wonders around this bedroom door
as if the first ever seen
back when doors
were open doorways
for entering curiously in
and courageously back out
or canopied shelters
from storms and cold
and unbearable desert heat.
I wonder courageously against
and curiously about this white door
as if the first and last one ever seen
What were doorways called
before we had white doors?
and risks to turn my eyes and back
away from outside climates,
What were these entrances and exits named?
Non-doored ways to inside shelters
and outside adventures,
long before white privileged history
and reborn climates of pathology.