The Door Ajar

POETRY FORMAT, 10 Apr 2017

Emanuel E. Garcia – TRANSCEND Media Service

The door ajar
And more –
I brought so little
And the room above your garden
Was so spare

Through the open window
Buds and leaves and petals
Swayed or fallen, reckless undergrowth –
A tapestry so deeply dyed that
Every morning
I would lay in wait for the creeping warmth
To show another hidden maze

Nights I roamed a little westward
Through the hallways,
Up and down the stairs of the empty house

The sea was in my bones, I thought,
Kissing the cool white plaster of the winding walls:
I wanted to adorn them with shipwreck,
Stars, tales of the always fatal glance
That made for wandering

When I found you at my post
In the dead of dark
Filling your lungs with the fragrance of pursuit,
I lingered at the threshold:
Even a tired eye would glisten
At the mischief of art, would glow
For the keen blade of a wave

It was time to pack our bags

March 2017

Dr. Emanuel E. Garcia is an American poet, novelist and physician who now resides in New Zealand. He may be contacted at


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2 Responses to “The Door Ajar”

  1. Ana says:

    … to adorn the winding walls with shipwreck
    Stars, tales of the always fatal glance
    That made for wandering …

    What an amazingly beautiful poem!

  2. Gary Corseri says:

    One wanders, almost aimlessly (though beautifully allured). And then one finds a companion with whom to wander–and the world “glistens” anew, awaiting; and a new threshold is reached; a new journey begun–together….