What if the door I believed
I was escorted through
with engraved priority invitation
turns out to actually be the same
jagged-glass-rimmed basement window
that I've been zealously guarding
all this time, as if my job
was to keep out the unchosen?
What if I found out
the mansion was larger
than I could even imagine,
and the party has already started?
What if grace really is Grace?
© 2016 Todd Jenkins