Windows

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