Poem - Door Knob

What's inside and what's out
Easy to see
but do we?

I see it and don't see it
at the same time
Light is falling on the eyes
But mind behind the eye
is elsewhere
May be immersed
in the code
or the child
or the husband
or the past.
May be guilt
or shame
or pride
which I must keep.

It's all inside
And I am so immersed
That I don't ever
open the door
Though I know
where's the door knob.