Time to Write a Poem

April 17 On the Hill

On the Hill

The house is old
and sprawls
in angular arrangement.
A maze of managed moments
compartmentalized
and kept separate.
Some doors are closed and locked
but I have no need to revisit them,
others just barely cracked
inviting curiosity.
Stairs lead upward though
I have yet to climb them.
I know this house.
I've been here many times,
sometimes to explore,
sometimes to rest.
Today I came to close
one door and open another.
                    ~~Judi Van Gorder

April 17 prompt a poem based on a dream