The Door
by Miroslav Holub
 
Go and open the door.
Maybe outside there’s
a tree, or a wood,
a garden,
or a magic city.
 
Go and open the door.
Maybe a dog’s rummaging,
maybe you’ll see a face,
or an eye,
or the picture
                        of a picture.
 
Go and open the door.
If there’s a fog
it will clear.
 
Go and open the door.
            Even if there’s only
            the darkness ticking,
            even if there’s only
            the hollow wind
            even if
                        nothing
                                    is there,
go and open the door.
 
At least
there’ll be
a draught.