The Door Where We Came In

by Geoffrey Heptonstall

Shared like a secret insight
we view the house as living
in union with our lives.
The kitchen is more than a cooking room,
and the garden an abundance
of nurtured growth with colour
and all the aromas of growth.
What is fed in turn feeds us.
Fruit flowers, ripens then falls
reflecting the process
of everything that lives
when time’s shadow eclipses the sun.
These things of nature are known,
only to be lost in transition,
the crisis in our command
of where we make habitation.
We grow season by season,
our lives lasting for ever
until the never of leaving
by the door where we came in.