Opening Roof

Something there is that does not love a roof

Or things that bind in any form

Lids to jars, hats understood

Keeping the tops of things

Well enclosed and covered

There is something within me

That likes to open the sky light

Gaze at the stars at night

Watch the clouds fluffy pass

Away all boundaries created and found

There is something about opening a roof

Reminding me of opening minds

In enclosures and envelopes of thought

Not to be ripped of course

But to a letter openers hand

Carefully unwrapping all

With thought and care

To accept all the opening

May encounter placed there

To read and understand, wish to know

To understand commonalities

To open draw bridges, allowing to pass

What was never meant to be entombed

Whether buried or sealed

Within the ground or under one’s foot.

To open not as Pandora

To an onslaught, but ease

Out gently without despair

To hope that the sky

Will be grateful for the eye

Opening when it is most able.

To rest on one’s back

Looking upward from one’s point of view.

Walls to be included in this dislike

I thus defer to Frost

To love neighbors in all

To open the roof to include the birds.

And all who happen across the sky.

To allow new things to occur

To unscrew the roof

With all the gentle coercion of

A head and what is no longer dead.

A coffin lid opens quietly

Was faintly noticed at the time

Though what was unleashed

The breath of life released

Whether a blessing or a curse

May no longer be mistaken

What was brought back

From a grave to a cradle

Now suckles on new thought

And for this it is most able.

What slipped from out

Of the container locked

A key was turned

By the hand of God

Who raised the roof to a hush

To all that has suddenly appeared

Within the broad span of sky.